| The body breaks
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| And the body is fine
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| I’m open to yours
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| And i’m open to mine
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| The body aches
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| And that ache takes it time
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| But you’ll get over yours
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| And i’ll get over mine
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| And the sun will shine
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| And the moon will rise up
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| The body calls
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| Yeah, the body, it calls out
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| It whispers at first
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| But it ends with a shout
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| The body burns
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| Yeah, the body burns strong
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| Until mine is with yours
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| Then mine will burn on
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| My flesh sings out
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| It sings, «come put me out»
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| The body sways
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| Like the wind on a swing
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| A bridge through a hoop
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| Or a lake through a ring
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| The body stays
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| And then the body moves on
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| And I’d really rather not dwell on
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| When yours will be gone
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| But within the dark
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| There is a shine
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| One tiny spark
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| That’s yours and mine |