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My light |
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Is hard as **** |
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And just is as about to freeze your wand |
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You're waiting on the mail to get a letter |
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From me and myself |
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A separation at the ancient bell |
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She calls you up every night from a bed across the sea |
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What's that? |
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All we have |
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The touch of fingers |
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And I love |
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I would so much |
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And bite your |
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Lips to kiss me now |
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And I can taste you as I read your words out loud |
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Your eyes |
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Start your day with toast and black tea |
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While I'm in the still of night and pushin' back |
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Sleep |
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Am I right? |
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Do the hands of the clock fall upon three? |
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And drop me in your virtual garden for real earth |
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And seasons |
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All we have |
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The touch of our fingers |
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I love |
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I would so much |
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And ride |
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Your hands |
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Between my legs |
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And I can feel you through it |
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Jump from the pain |
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The sky is bruised |
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It's lost at dusk |
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With lovers' rouge |
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What will stop |
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And ask |
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Under you |
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Under dreams spelled us |
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And it's true |
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And I know that I must |
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And will you |
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I mean it, the trust |
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And it's so |
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That I fell at first blush |
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(And it's right |
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And it's ready here) |
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Ahhhhhhhh..... |
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Just now |
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Your letter came |
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With pages that say the flight from yours to mine is January 8th |
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And just now |
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I found that I can just barely breathe |
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And from now until that time |
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I am counting down the days |
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Once I |
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All we have |
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The touch of your fingers |
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I love |
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I would so much |
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And wrap yourself inside me now |
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I can feel you |
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Pulling out |
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And what's that |
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All we have |
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The touch of your fingers |
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And I love |
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I would so much |
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And write your games |
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Like line by line |
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And I will stitch them in this heart of mine |
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(Feel... I didn't know... strangling your...) |
