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I see through your thin cotton dress |
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I don't know if we'll get dressed |
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So pull by that store parking lot |
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You know I've missed your lots |
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Warn me of the cans and knots |
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I don't need a house in |
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Lake Michigan |
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I don't need a purpose to plan within |
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I just want to feel your pulse again |
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Down town the exits just around |
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Can't you smell our future good and well? |
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I'll take you upstairs show you my bed and things |
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Share all my thoughts and cares |
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Here is my heart here is my soul |
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You pushed me past my lonely door |
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You are my everything |
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September a time of in betweens |
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Lazy month of nothing |
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All rainy gutters rushing |
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They're all true |
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All the good things you say |
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Will they all pass |
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Quit like the clouds today? |
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They'll be there in your pretty dreams |
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All full of colour and sense of things |
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You blow breath of life in me |
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I felt this way the night before |
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You pulled me from this heavy floor |
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You are my everything |
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You are my everything |
