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When I woke up this morning |
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I felt something in my skin |
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I saw your hair upon the pillow |
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And the cleft upon your chin |
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Your eyes opened and they found me |
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Like a synonym for grace |
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And your wild beauty was revealed |
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In the scar upon your face |
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When I woke up this morning |
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And I heard you say that word to me |
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You looked upon your Jewish lover |
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And you called him "habibi" |
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I know there is a future |
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I think you're proof that that's the case |
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I saw it on your lips |
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And on the scar upon your face |
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When I woke up this morning |
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I saw the ring upon your hand |
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Your only piece of evidence |
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From a long-forsaken land |
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It takes me to a village |
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In another time and place |
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Like the depth within your eyes |
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And the scar upon your face |
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When I woke up this morning |
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Lost somehow in the deep |
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I recalled the sound |
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Of you crying in your sleep |
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Crying for your mama |
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And this savage human race |
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I could only kiss your cheek |
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And the scar upon your face |
