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If you would let me hold you |
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the nights would never be this cold. |
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If morning has its romance and midday has demands, |
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if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands. |
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If evening has its moments.. |
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If you can keep a secret from me. |
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Then I can tell you thing that you'd not believe. |
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If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood |
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and send it with the truest of intentions my love, |
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if breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost. |
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The hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft. |
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If breathing was this easy' |
