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You say I'm in love with love, dear |
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You say I'm in love with love. |
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Well it's been a minute, how you been miss distant? |
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Looking like a ten when I'm looking like ten cents? |
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Yeah, It's been a year since the day you disappeared |
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I'm sure you had a reason but it isn't crystal clear |
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Cause together we made prose into poetry |
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You fall back in love with me, suddenly you're over me |
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And so, I know better than to run right back |
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But ain't no Minnesota woman wears a summer dress like that |
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And I just wanna feel your skin against mine again |
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Run my fingers through the strings strung to your violin |
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Take a couple minutes just to memorize your symphony |
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So if I get to play it I can hit the highs instantly |
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So how's that for assertive? |
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Think we might have made a couple cracks on the surface? |
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You got enough facts to come back with a verdict |
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We've had enough practice, so we should make perfect, but... |
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You say I'm in love with love, dear |
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You say I'm in love with love. |
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How you living little lily of the valley? |
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When you shut your eyes do you still think about me? |
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When you lay your head down, does it feel a little different? |
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Do you still feel my body pressed against you when it isn't? |
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Was it you? Was it me? Was it youth? Was it love? |
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Was it everything between? Was it all of the above? |
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Cause, it's been a minute since I've listened to your lullabies |
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But you're still the butterfly that flutters through my technicolor skies |
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And stop me if ain't important, but |
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I've miss the way your hair is cursive in the morning |
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You could be my Jenny Lewis, I could be your "bad news" |
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I could be your Comm Sense, you could be my Badu |
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Well, maybe something slightly more permanent |
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Love isn't effortless, sugar, we gotta work at it |
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And turn the clocks back from the last to the first kiss |
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You say I'm in love with love, dear |
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You say I'm in love with love. |
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Sunshine, you say I'm in love with love |
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But love's never been a good lover to me |
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So it's hard to admit there's a part of your lips |
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That makes me stutter my words and shuffle my feet |
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I know I'm not the average, lady killer, debonair |
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Fine skinned gentlemen, with a perfect head of hair |
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But I know I'll love you even when a pair of crows feet |
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Perch upon the place above your Minnesota cold cheeks |
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And that's a hell of an investment |
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And you can think about when you're with the next man |
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When he talks about your future, do you think in decades? |
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And when he tells you that he wants you does he make your legs shake? |
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Really? |
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There's no need to respond |
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I'll be the one to help you get to sleep when he's gone |
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Cause even if our song had to skip a couple verses |
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We've had enough practice, so we should make perfect but |
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You say I'm in love with love, dear |
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You say I'm in love with love. |
