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Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue |
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A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one |
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Broken sweethearts who sleep apart |
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Both still pine for the other's side spine, spoon as sleep starts |
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And pulse to pulse, now shush |
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She makes the sound the sea makes to calm me down |
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I am see-through, soap sliver you're so thin |
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As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin |
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And gold, fat-less finger to lip, one two three four hush |
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And pulse to pulse, now shush |
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She makes the sound the sea makes to calm me down |
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She makes the sound the sea makes, |
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I'm tired now |
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She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the |
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North Sea |
