| Your eyes are full, full of the future of us
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| The air changes as you look across at me in that wondering way
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| It is as if I knew you before we spoke
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| Do our hearts know something we don’t?
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| Conspiring, converging without giving us any say
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| You sing me to sleep, talk down my walls
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| Look through my windows as I wait
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| You could be the thief I’ll give the key to
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| You’re ruining me with secrets and gestures and looks
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| With sonnets in second-hand books
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| Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play
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| You sing me to sleep, talk down my walls
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| Look through my windows as I wait
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| You could be the thief I’ll give the key to
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| It fits in your hand like the water in rain
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| It unlocks our two different selves and shows we are the same
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| Rather than wait 'til I put me out for the taking
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| You’re breaking
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| You’re breaking into my heart… and I’m letting you
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| Your eyes are full, full of the future of us |