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I associate England with you |
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The light and rolling hills, too |
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I travel to be with you |
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We conduct our affairs in theory |
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A colour supplement; your sullen fares |
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You passed a note to pre-empt my taste |
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There was room for two against the tree |
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It's a fencing marks - you should never concede |
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Strange friction of your body against mine |
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In a hot hotel room, your breath collided with mine |
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The roof and the base needn't be a place |
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The anchor is finally set |
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I was troubled today by the comfort you gave |
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I never wanted a security blanket |
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A facial flush, your mouth ablaze |
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Your wide-eyed gaze tests my emotional range |
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When did I become so eager to please? |
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It must've been when you were scouting at me |
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Strange friction of your spirit against mine |
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In a hot hotel room, your breath collided with mine |
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We walked along the canal until we found a place for less to dangle |
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You and your miniature bottles; I normally wouldn't but I tasted a sample |
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You told me this was the first time in a long time |
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And while I'm still happy to help, you can't be sure of what I am |
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Strange friction of your spirit against mine |
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In a New York hotel room, your flesh collided with mine |
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My breath is conserved |
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And my brain is still ticking |