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No longer care where |
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I am One smile remains to trace for the fingers on my hand |
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Search for your face in every crowd |
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Hope it springs internally until it runs over and out |
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If I could touch your lips to mine |
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Soft and sweet for about a half a million times |
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Pressing ever deeply as |
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I take you in my arms |
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And hold on |
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Until we both forget where we are |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Wake up staring at a phone |
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And it is so messed up the cliches alone |
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But there |
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I am dreaming clumsily |
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And love, it comes so difficult for a boy like me |
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If I could touch your lips to mine |
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Soft and sweet for about a half a million times |
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Pressing ever deeply as |
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I take you in my arms |
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And hold on until we both forget where we are |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Smiling at your message today |
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I know I face uncertainty but still |
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I am on my way |
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Once again those daydreams begin |
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I caress your cheek |
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Finally leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
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Leaning in |
