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I am the petal you are the stem |
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I am the aroma you are the scent |
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I am the feather you are the skin |
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I'm part of you like is the spirit to the gin |
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There maybe a cause for this time apart |
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Though there is a space, fate can't be erased |
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Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, |
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lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing |
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I get the chills when I start thinking |
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What it will be like, |
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Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, |
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lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing |
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I get the chills when I start thinking |
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What it will be like, what it will be like |
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You are the sailor I am the ship |
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You are the rebel, I am your risk |
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You are a fortress I am the gate |
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This is the chain that is so hard to separate |
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Will the senses not measure in the miles |
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Mirrors closeness in, what is there meanwhile |
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Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, |
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lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing |
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I get the chills when I start thinking |
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What it will be like, what it will be like |
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Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, |
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lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing |
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I get the chills when I start thinking |
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What it will be like, what it will be like |
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It will be like |
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You are thunder I am the sound |
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I'm buried in you as the seeds are with the ground |
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Is that your flesh am I just dreaming, |
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lay on my chest, feel how I'm breathing |
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I get the chills when I start thinking |
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What it will be like, what it will be like |
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It will be like |
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Is that your flesh, lay on my chest |
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I get the chills when I start thinking. |