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In a room banging on about the world in words |
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There's an old low light it flicks on and off |
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Like our opinions |
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Three hours without a word |
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Then you stroke my arm |
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There's an old low light in me |
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And it switches on |
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It's not visible to anyone but our love lives |
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There- I can feel it glimmer |
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It's slow and quiet and stares out at years |
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And it makes me love you more |
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More, more, more, more |
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In a different city bed in my sister's house |
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There's an old low light it keeps me awake |
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Without the shape of you |
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Track four on a cd you made for me |
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There's a note like light and it changes the air |
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And it makes me love you more |
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More, more, more, more, more |
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It's not visible to anyone but our love lives |
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There- I can feel it glimmer |
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It's slow and quiet and stares out at years |
