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I heard so many words today, don't know what there's left to say |
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In my way, I would explain, encapsulate a hurricane |
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That's with me every night and day, in my fingers and my brain |
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The pressure that these words contain |
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To love you is the highest high, higher than the highest high |
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To look you right into the eye, my black-haired girl |
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She knows I love her conversation undercover |
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We'll pay no mind to pouring rain, below the branches make our way |
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Insects tumble, we can fumble for words |
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While the silence winds its lazy way into another day |
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And I don't know what there's left to say |
