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We could speak without talking |
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A week without leaving, |
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Your laughter is flowing, |
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Plans are expanding, |
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Her eyes were not working |
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When you led us to the garden |
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Knew where we were going except with directions |
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But you led the way down |
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We were a dying breed |
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A couples with no means |
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We shoudlve hung around together |
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When the walls were all closing |
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I undid your dress |
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you climbed up my jeans |
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We went for eachtoher |
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Still with no means |
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But you led the way that I |
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I hold on to your words |
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Like they were rules frmo a book |
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I clean my things and drop them on the way home |
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And now youre a dream, im too scared to have |
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Because if I do in the morning ill walk back |
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To that sentimental park |
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Where I ate from your hand |
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You showed me what the truth is I still dont understand |
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And now im dwelling on the past |
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With a bottle in my lap |
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Shouting at the wall cause hes shouting at me back |
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Im going to finish off this spag |
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Something out of my hands |
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So I can fall asleep fast |
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In a bed of broken glass |
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Like a fire I rose |
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Over to the grass |
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No one wants to put me out |
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Because I never made a sound |
