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Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace, |
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Hoping to never move or change, |
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In the lost love and dust of a summer home, |
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Two people growing up and getting old. |
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And in the light of a thousand eyes, |
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I never want to lose you tonight. |
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And all the lovers are civilized, |
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But they'll never be the one just to hold you tight. |
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And if I ever hold you again, |
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I'll hold you tight enough to crush your veins. |
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I hope your heart's good and strong, |
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If you find yourself in my arms. |
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I hope your heart's good and strong, |
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If you find yourself in my arms. |
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Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace, |
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Hoping to never lose the race, |
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As the wind travels into the little bones, |
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From a mouth speaking screaming in hushed tones. |
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And if I fly away to the coast, |
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Your face it haunts me more than most. |
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And if I ever hold you again, |
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I'll hold you tight enough to crush your veins. |
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And you will die and become a ghost, |
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And haunt me 'til my pulse also slows. |
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I hope your heart's good and strong, |
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If you find yourself in my arms. |
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I hope your heart's good and strong, |
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If you find yourself in my arms. |
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I hope your heart's good and strong, |
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If you find yourself in my arms. |