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we pulled up; our coats on... |
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cause once we get out, it'll be |
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the only way we have of staying warm; |
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my thoughts were left at the back door; |
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you slipped on them, hit the wood floor |
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and foolishly, I helped you up; |
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and carried you to the stairs, but they |
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broke from the weight of our conversation; |
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we fell through the ground and into the basement; |
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the laundry broke our fall; strategically placed |
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because I planned on this the night before. |
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so you wait a few days |
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before you take it off |
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cause it all feels so strange |
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without our pictures on your wall |
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because I belong to you |
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and you belong to me |
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and thats the way it should be |
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we took off our coats |
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cause we finally realized |
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that it's not the weather |
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that was making us feel cold. |
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my thoughts still left at the back door |
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and you still bothering me for |
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not looking you straight in the eyes, |
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but I'm not this time; |
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so I looked right through |
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you to the passing trees |
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and focused on just one; |
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you asked 'why is everything |
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so different after dark?' |
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I told you this once, |
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but you took it with a grain of salt. |
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so you wait a few days |
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before you take it off |
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cause it all feels so strange |
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without our pictures on your wall |
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because I belong to you |
|
and you belong to me |
|
and thats the way it should be |
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so you wait a few days |
|
before you take it off |
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cause it all feels so strange |
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without our pictures on your wall |
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because I belong to you |
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and you belong to me |
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and thats the way it should be |
