| I’ve been here before a few times
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| And I’m quite aware we’re dying
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| And your hands, they shake with goodbyes
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| And I’ll take you back if you’d have me
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| So here I am, I’m trying
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| So here I am, are you ready?
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| Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always
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| Kiss you, taste you all night, always
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| And I’ll miss your laugh, your smile
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| I’ll admit I’m wrong if you tell me
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| I’m so sick of fights, I hate them
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| Let’s start this again, for real
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| So here I am, I’m trying
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| So here I am, are you ready?
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| So here I am, I’m trying
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| So here I am, are you ready?
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| Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always
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| Kiss you, taste you all night, always
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| Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always
|
| Kiss you, taste you all night, always
|
| I’ve been here before a few times
|
| And I’m quite aware we’re dying
|
| Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always
|
| Kiss you, taste you all night, always
|
| Come on, let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always
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| Kiss you, taste you all night, always
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| Always…
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| Always… |