| I know the way that we collided
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| never felt like being hit
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| More a growing sense of lightning
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| like being struck bit by bit
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| A picture, a story
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| everyone’s been through
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| Still to me, to you,
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| to both of us it’s new
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| Something new to fall into
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| And all that I sing and all that I do
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| has a piece of you
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| So easy to elude
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| and stick to faint-hearted talk
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| Always ready to escape,
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| to leave, to flee, to walk
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| The sadness and sorrows
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| the failures I recall
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| Wonders and worries,
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| the fear that you won’t fall
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| won’t fall in love at all
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| Still all that I sing and all that I do
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| has a piece of you
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| A wish and a will
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| to share what I’ve been through
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| A feeling of hearts-ease
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| yet nothing tried and true
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| Still feels like home with you
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| Still feels like home with you (repeat) |