| I came home, in the morning
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| Just a little bit ago
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| You lie asleep in our bed
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| All twisted in your clothes
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| And the rain came down on our rooftop
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| With a rhythm like this
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| Let the hair stand up
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| On my shoulders when you open your mouth
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| Said, aaaahhh
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| Said, aaaaahh
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| So I wrote you a letter
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| Etched into my forearm
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| With the pen that you gave me
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| Said there’s one thing that I mustn’t fear
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| This is happening
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| This is happening…
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| Wish that I was strong enough,
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| Wish that I could give it all,
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| Wish that I could change enough,
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| To be yours
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| Wish that I could give it all,
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| Wish that I was strong enough,
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| Wish that I could change enough,
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| To be yours
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| Wish that I was strong enough,
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| Wish that I could give it all,
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| Wish that I could change enough,
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| To be yours
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| Wish that I could give it all,
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| Wish that I could change enough,
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| Wish that I was strong enough,
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| To be yours |