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I can still taste you in the corner of my mouth |
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If you hear me I claim you to be mine |
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I watched my fardel turn and set below the ground |
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And though I tried, I couldn't press this hand |
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And she'll don't care |
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But don't come with the worried frown |
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'cause I need only your hand in your hair |
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Spending sunny days in darkened rooms |
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Placing kisses all over open wounds |
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All I want is to linger in your bed |
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You made a mark, remember what you have |
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I send you away |
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So don't come with the worried frown |
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'cause I need only your hand in your hair |
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So don't come with the worried frown |
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'cause I need only your hand in your hair |