| I judged the distance
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| To where you ran your hand through your hair
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| You were startled for an instant, you said
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| «Take me home,» and I paid the fare
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| And you laughed the laugh of the innocent
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| As the cab cut a path in the street
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| As the world swept by with it’s violence
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| I thought of the shelter we’d find in the sheets…
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| In the sheets
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| I never asked you for nothing like changing your name
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| I believed we had something here, but nothing ever came
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| Were you thrown by the language, by words that we said
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| When I told you I loved you
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| Did it get in the way? |
| Get in the way?
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| You lit a candle
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| Then you poured me a glass of port wine
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| I pulled the oven handle
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| The air felt warm, the scent felt kind
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| And your kiss could heal like medicine
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| There ain’t nothing that it can’t overcome
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| But I could not lean on this evidence
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| For fear you’d take the cure and run
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| You would run…
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| Cause Love won’t stop to
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| Think about the consequences
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| Turns a fool to stumbling
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| Over people’s fences
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| And the moon cut a frown over windy town
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| But you smiled as you pulled down the shade
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| And we turned a corner onto holy ground
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| And got lost in the love we made, that we made…
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| Get in the way… |