| No longer care where I am
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| One smile remains to trace for the fingers on my hand
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| I search for your face in every crowd
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| Hope it springs internally until it runs over and out
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| If I could touch your lips to mine
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| Soft and sweet for about a half a million times
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| Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms
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| And hold on until we both forget where we are
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| Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in
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| Wake up staring at a phone
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| And it is so messed up, the clichs alone
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| But there I am dreaming clumsily
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| And love, it comes so difficult for a boy like me
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| If I could touch your lips to mine
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| Soft and sweet for about a half a million times
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| Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms
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| And hold on until we both forget where we are
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| Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in,
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| leaning in
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| Smiling at your message today
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| I know I face uncertainty but still I am on my way
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| Once again those daydreams begin
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| I caress your cheek
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| Finally leaning in
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| Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in,
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| Leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in, leaning in |