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I played connect the dots with your beauty marks |
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And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music |
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I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes |
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And heard our song for the first time |
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My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune is what |
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I've been nodding my head to lately |
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Every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity under my heavy breath |
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I heavily suggest you resurrect your ancient neglected dust collector |
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If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings |
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Sit stripped before your full length |
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Perform your reflection backwards |
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Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement |
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Listen when the news is sent |
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Extend when the rules are bent |
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I'll be waiting to take your leave |
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Make me a victim of your two step |
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Make me an apprentice of your body parts |
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Teach me to dance to your beauty marks |
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I'm stepping on toes here and |
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I don't care |
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It's hopeless, it's hopeless |
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It's hopelessnes |
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It's hopelessness holding this openness to blow a kiss |
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So close your lips but don't get pissed and throw a fist at this vocalist |
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I'm not emotionless, in fact |
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I broke my wrist when |
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I wrote the list of all those |
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I miss This is my poker face, |
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Mister Feel |
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Nothing |