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You quiver like a candle on a fire, putting you out |
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Maybe tonight we could be the last shout |
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But I'm fascinated by your style |
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Your beauty will last for a while |
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You're feeling instead of being |
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The more that I live on the inside |
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There's nothing to give |
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I'm infatuated by your moves |
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I've got to search hard for your clues, clues |
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I want to repair your desire and call it a gift |
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That I stole from just wanting to live |
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Now, I see the vision through your eyes |
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Your innocence no longer fuels surprise |
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Trying to outrun your fear, you're running to lose |
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Heart on your sleeve and your sole in your shoes |
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Take a left, a sharp left and another left |
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Meet me on the corner, we'll start again |
