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In the spring time come the winds that carry you to me |
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And on those dark days when the sun won't shine on me |
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I don't wanna have to quantify the ones I love |
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Don't wanna tell the reason why there's no one else |
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In the meantime, won't you be mine |
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Cuz it's all decided before we [sighted it?] and everything that comes it comes in twos |
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In the mornings through the curtains hung nothing comes |
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And only fabric hangs between my room and the sun |
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I don't wanna have to question what it is I want |
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Things that I am always told that I should not |
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In the meantime, won't you be mine |
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Cuz it's all been [sighted?] before I liked it and everything that comes it comes for you |
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And when they [decide it/decided?] I know I'm far behind the ones I've lost and all the ones I've got |
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I don't wanna have to wonder what it is I've got |
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Don't wanna question when it's 2 am and you're gone |
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In the meantime won't you be mine |
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Cuz it's all [been nice/benign?] sometimes it takes us time break out into just what it is |
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And all this time I knew you'd still me mine and every .... |
