| I was talking about girls until you, turned the corner of my old avenue
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| I was thinking staring at the ceiling, till you came round gave me that feeling
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| And out of the blue your hair like cinnamon
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| And out of the grey your legs all tangling
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| Heard your name, heard it echo slowly
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| Down the hall and the floor below me
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| And in the hours that we converse softly
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| I feel the tension slipping right past me
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| Now out of the blue your dress unraveling
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| And into the night you’re letting go again
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go
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| I’ll talk about love until you, let go, let go |