| There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
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| There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
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| It’s still a little hard to say
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| What’s going on
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| There’s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
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| There’s still a little bit of your face, I haven’t kissed
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| You step a little closer each day
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| That I can’t say, what’s going on
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| Stones, taught me to fly
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| Love, it taught me to lie
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| Life, it taught me to die
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| So it’s not hard to fall
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| When you float like a cannonball
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| There’s still a little bit of your song, in my ear
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| There’s still a little bit of your words
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| I long to hear
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| You step a little closer to me
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| So close that I can’t see, what’s going on
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| Stones, taught me to fly
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| Love, it taught me to lie
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| Life, it taught me to die
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| So its not hard to fall
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| When you float like a cannon
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| Stones taught me fly
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| Love, it taught me to cry
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| So come on courage
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| Teach me to be shy
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| Cause, its not hard to fall
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| And I don’t want to scare her
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| It’s not hard to fall
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| And I don’t want to loose
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| It’s not hard to grow
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| When you know that you just don’t know |