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sometimes the sky looks dirty |
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just before it rains |
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afterwards, the sun falls on my feet |
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your body |
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I hardly remember how it feels |
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dunno how we looked before we fell asleep |
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(asleep...) |
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believe me |
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I don't want to feel the way I do |
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and I know you need someone, too |
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to feel you |
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one who'll let his lips just light your eyes |
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someone to make you feel just ilke floating |
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have you ever read "The Servant"? |
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have you ever sang along |
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to the lines of "Hand In Glove" |
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as if they were your own? |
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do you wear the ring i gave you? |
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have you seen the photograph |
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of you and me in paris? |
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oh, look into my eyes |
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say I did not love you |
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say that I was cruel |
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ask me to believe you |
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claim that I'm a fool |
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sure, I do forgive you |
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but how will I forget...? |