| I’ve fallen for fiction, I’ve fallen before
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| A shadow descended and clung to my door
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| But I prise back its fingers and spit in its eye
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| Break its black heart in two
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| I’ll let nothing come between me and you
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| The smell of adventure from under the veil
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| A taste of salvation from her holy grail
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| A belly of promise, an arm full of sky
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| But now I know what’s really true
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| I’ll let no one come between me and you
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| I left you behind me and took all your trust
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| Went into the city on a red 4A bus
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| But now I’m returning my hands by my side
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| And shuffle ashamed in my shoes, nothing no more come between us
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| You spoke out your love, so that I could belong
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| And slowly a home became more than the walls
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| A garden to grow in and live in and die
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| And kisses which hold me like glue
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| Nothing shall come, nothing shall come between me and you |