| Earrings on a table
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| That’s all I got left from you
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| And feelings I’m not able
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| To show you when I’m with you.
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| I don’t want to say too much
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| Let’s just keep in touch
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| And hope we’ll meet again.
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| I’ve been fighting so long
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| Against feelings so strong
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| I didn’t want to love you in vain
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| Cause after all this time
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| Of sharing thoughts of mine
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| It burns your soul inside
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| It melts my world, my pride
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| Earrings on a table
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| And a lock of your hair
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| Like a link to remind us of all of the things we shared.
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| In Bastille speria,
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| A 3 star hotel made of firey passion
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| First floor under sex attack
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| Room a hundred four. |
| That’s where we are stuck.
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| Cause after all this time
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| Of sharing thoughts of mine
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| It burns your soul inside
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| It melts my world, my pride
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| Earrings on a table
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| Is that all I will keep of you?
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| Lying on a floor of marble
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| Exhausted I’m wrapped in you
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| I remember that night
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| I first started writing about you
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| Earrings on a table
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| I lost you. |