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You lie so unfolded |
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In a love field |
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With your contempt for any modesty |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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You yield with your lips still sealed |
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In a love field |
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Lost in a sea of imaginary women |
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Everything you'd want |
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From the dawn to the dimming |
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Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster |
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In a love field |
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Cold ground for a pillow |
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Under a blanket of stars |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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Headlights that startled |
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This embrace of hours |
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In a love field |
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In a crooked house |
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Where things can be arranged |
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You think you're different from the rest |
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But you don't see how you've changed |
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Under an archway |
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On a road of white linen |
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In a love field |
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Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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In a love field |
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She's so tense but it's never mentioned |
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In a love field |
