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With love |
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On the tips of your fingers |
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From the afternoon |
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When we made the air turn blue |
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You just beat |
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And tear your way into my heart |
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Through my skin |
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Through my ribcage |
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And we can feel it accelerate |
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But not always when we want it to |
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It's bigger than the both of us |
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And baby I'm not much bigger than you |
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I love the way that it is |
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And how it feels inside |
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I love the way that you hold me |
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I love the way that it hides |
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And it leaps out of you |
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And it leaps out of me |
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In the afternoon |
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The way we'll always want it to be |
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I have your face on the end of my nose |
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In the early evening |
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When it's a little less like a dream |
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And you don't relax |
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'Cause baby you're an enthusiast |
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And it's in your blood |
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I can feel your blood |
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I can feel it pumpin' |
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And it's keeping this sweet heart goin' |
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We're the sum of our parts |
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But you're makin' mine work so hard |
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I love the way that it is |
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And how it feels inside |
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I love the way that you hold me |
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I love the way that it hides |
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And it leaps out of you |
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And it leaps out of me |
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In the afternoon |
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The way we'll always want it |
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And it leaps out of you |
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And it leaps out of me |
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In the afternoon |
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The way we'll always want it to be |
