| Well I held you like a lover
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| Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
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| And we ignored our others, happy plans
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| For that delicate look upon your face
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| Our bodies moved and hardened
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| Hurting parts of your garden
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| With no room for a pardon
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| In a place where no one knows what we have done
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| Do you come
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| Together ever with him?
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| And is he dark enough?
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| Enough to see your light?
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| And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
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| Do you miss my smell?
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| And is he bold enough to take you on?
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| Do you feel like you belong?
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| And does he drive you wild?
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| Or just mildly free?
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| What about me?
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| Well you held me like a lover
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| Sweaty hands
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| And my foot in the appropriate place
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| And we use cushions to cover
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| Happy glands
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| In the mild issue of our disgrace
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| Our minds pressed and guarded
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| While our flesh disregarded
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| The lack of space for the light-hearted
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| In the boom that beats our drum
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| Well I know I make you cry
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| And I know sometimes you wanna die
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| But do you really feel alive without me?
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| If so, be free
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| If not, leave him for me Before one of us has accidental babies
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| For we are in love
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| Do you come
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| Together ever with him?
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| Is he dark enough?
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| Enough to see your light?
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| Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
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| Do you miss my smell?
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| And is he bold enough to take you on?
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| Do you feel like you belong?
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| And does he drive you wild?
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| Or just mildly free?
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| What about me?
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| What about me? |