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We might kiss when we are alone |
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When nobody's watching |
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We might take it home |
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We might make out when nobody's there |
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It's not that we're scared |
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It's just that it's delicate |
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So why do you fill my sorrow |
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With the words you've borrowed |
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From the only place you've known |
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And why do you sing Hallelujah |
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If it means nothing to you |
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Why do you sing with me at all? |
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We might live like never before |
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When there's nothing to give |
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Well how can we ask for more |
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We might make love in some sacred place |
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The look on your face is delicate |
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So why do you fill my sorrow |
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With the words you've borrowed |
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From the only place you've known |
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And why do you sing Hallelujah |
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If it means nothing to you |
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Why do you sing with me at all? |
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So why do you fill my sorrow |
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With the words you've borrowed |
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From the only place you've known |
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And why do you sing Hallelujah |
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If it means nothing to you |
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Why do you sing with me at all? |
![Delicate [Live from Union Chapel]](/storage/18/174580.jpg "Delicate [Live from Union Chapel]")