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I dream my image slipping from your brain into your heart |
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I know its cozy there but I am petrified to start |
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I slide my hand across the table so to graze your arm |
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I'm movin' slowly for I dare not want to cause alarm |
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Oh oh oh no |
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Oh here we go |
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Of all the poets in this city they can't get it right |
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A thousand stories I can see behind your eyes tonight |
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I'm being pulled away from thoughts that tend to lock me in |
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And now I'm drawn to you and I can feel my heart begin |
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And oh oh oh no |
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And oh here we go |
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Could it be could it be could it be this is love |
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I get weak when we speak of all the things that we need |
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Won't deny that there's more in the things that we read |
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Could it be could it be could this be love |
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I fain my interest to the bridge and watch the cars come in |
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Now as the wind picks up I find my patience wearing thin |
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Please give relief to tiny voices I can't lay to rest |
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And to the pounding of this heart that wont stay in my chest |
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And oh oh oh no |
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And oh here we go |
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It feels alright so right alright I'll play this game and then |
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I wade through nerves and nerves and scars and scars and scars again |
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I know you've had your hurt and keep it hid beneath your sleeves |
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But here we are and I am planted till your heart believes |
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And oh oh oh no |
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And oh here we go |
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Could it be could it be could it be this is love |
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I get weak when we speak of all the things that we need |
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Won't deny that there's more in the things that we read |
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Could it be could it be could this be love |
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Could it be could it be could it be this is love |
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I get weak when we speak of all the things that we need |
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Won't deny that there's more in the things that we read |
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Could it be could it be could this be love |
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Could it be could it be could it be this is love |
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I get weak when we speak of all the things that we need |
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Won't deny that there's more in the things that we read |
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Could it be could it be could this be love |
