| You lie so unfolded in a love field
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| With your contempt for any modesty
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| In a love field
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| In a love field, in a love field
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| You yield with your lips still sealed
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| In a love field
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| Lost in a sea of imaginary women
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| Everything you’d want
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| From the dawn to the dimming
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| Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
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| In a love field
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| Cold ground for a pillow under a blanket of stars
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| Headlights that startled this embrace of hours
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| In a love field
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| In a crooked house where things can be arranged
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| You think you’re different from the rest
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| But you don’t know how you’ve changed
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| Under an archway on a road of white linen
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| In a love field
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| Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
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| She’s so tense but it’s never mentioned
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| In a love field, in a love field, in a love field |