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And lips that bring the softest kiss |
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That brush your fingertips |
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As you think about the way you hope she thinks about your days |
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That you don't find the words to say |
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Just why you'd rather close your eyes |
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Then feel her as her sighs take you way to far away and bring you closer to the break |
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And then you lay there wide awake |
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Cause if you could you'd start it over it's a game it's one you can't refuse to play |
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She's like a drug you can't get over never conscious never sober |
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So you pray and pray and pray |
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So fight fight cause you're fighting for your life |
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Somebody call a medic she just went automatic |
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Hands up like you're reaching for the sky praying for a heartbeat |
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You try to find another sound |
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That takes you to the ground |
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To pull your head out of the clouds |
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A breath to bring you down |
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And let the court become the clown |
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Cause if you could you'd start it over it's a game it's one you can't refuse to play |
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She's like a drug you can't get over never conscious never sober |
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So you pray and you pray and you pray |
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There's a dream with a girl |
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And she catches my eye as she dances and swirls |
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I wake up in a sweat and |
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I try to remember her face but forget |
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The feel of her skin the weight on my chest |
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The taste of her lips |
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I've been dreaming of since don't wake up |
