| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
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| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
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| At the end of this there’s no chance of a kiss
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| So make it quick, no plans to persist
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| I only get a glimpse, merely a small fragment, a slow trance
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| Clearly dissolves active
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| Vision is firm but the feeling is flaccid
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| Brief love affair the moment is gone past it
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| Disappears never to reappear trick of a magician gone wrong
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| Is our only fear 'cause gravity is a reality, sparks fly and sparks die
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| It’s obvious we’re the casualties, P.O.W
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| Wait, laymen’s terms, me no lover you
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| Was only looking around sorry to trouble you
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| If we were to exchange words I would mumble few (few)
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| It never escalated magnetism reversed forever separated
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| Repulsion, repulsion, expulsion
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| I wished the moment would’ve dilated but it’s not
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| It’s far from the movies they make it hyper-illusive
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| He falls, get hurt, she advises him with prudence
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| They have a lot in common, same music, both students
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| Kiss and fall in love, that’s usually how they do it, all bull
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| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
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| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
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| At the end of this there’s no chance of a gift
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| So make it quick, no plans to persist
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| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a kiss
|
| So make it quick, no plans to persist
|
| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a gift
|
| So make it quick, no plans to persist
|
| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
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| At the end of this there’s no chance of a kiss
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| So make it quick, romance is a myth
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| It’s about time that someone blew Venus up
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| For fabricating relations, it’s such a scenic bluff
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| We’re to blame, they feed it and we eat it up
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| Froze hearts are bleeding repeatedly, we beat it up
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| And sometimes cheap relations like a running back
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| Let it in the middle holding and run it back
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| You seem loveless and never keep a hug intact
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| Hounds on the loose always looking for another snatch
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| I’m not an animal have reasoned for a reason
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| About time I crossed lines from the shallows into the deep end
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| Took a lot a time though battling I creep in
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| There’s a high price for not fondling the
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| They laugh at you like something’s wrong here
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| Your facial expression says it all with a long sneer
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| But it’s whatever man, I wait patiently, never conjure a better scam
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| And I forever stand, in the zone where I feel bitter
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| And devil trying to coerce with lust, but I feel bigger
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| 'Cause I’m a Watt-son's hot sun
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| Sometimes desire is a toxin
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| And I don’t want to cop none
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| So with love I’m idiosyncratic
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| Appears hardheaded but only a tin fabric
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| Lust is deceptive only a thin lavish
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| It rusts in a second and only to bring havoc
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| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
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| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a gift
|
| So make it quick, no plans to persist
|
| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a kiss
|
| So make it quick, no plans to persist
|
| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a gift
|
| So make it quick, no plans to persist
|
| I only wish we could slow dance in the mist
|
| We did it with no hands, romance is a myth
|
| At the end of this there’s no chance of a kiss
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| So make it quick, romance is a myth |