| So cold is the wind, it blows your hair
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| So warm is your touch upon my skin
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| How tired am I of being scared
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| But how awake am I now that I know you’re here
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| 'Cause I’d rather fight with you than laugh with another
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| I’d rather freeze in your arms than be warm under covers
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| And I’d let you hit me before I ever let you hit the floor
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| And I’d rather choke than to breathe in your absence
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| I’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion
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| And I’d rather die on the day that I give you a kiss
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| Than spend the rest of my life knowing I never did
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| So just hold me and tell me that I’m everything you need
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| Tell me that, that lonely little heart of yours that I’ve been dying for ain’t
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| out of reach
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| So if you’re looking for some proof that there’s a heart inside of me
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| Then lace your fingers between mine and you will see it start to leak
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| And I know you’re not a crutch but I can hold you when I stand
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| 'Cause I am living for your touch but I would die to be your man
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| Let me look into your eyes like I am searching for your soul
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| Wrap my arms around your waist like it is dying from the cold
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| Run my fingers through your hair like they are water from the drain
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| Press my lips against your back like they could take away its pain
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| And to give you everything, there is nothing I won’t do
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| Dump my heart into a blender just to pour it out to you
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| And I know you’re feeling tired. |
| Just let me hold you for a bit
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| Dive my face between your thighs until I cannot feel my lips
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| Well, I know that you think I’m kind of odd
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| But if your love was a mountain, I swear that I’d climb to the top
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| I would tell you, «You're lovely and everything I’ll ever need,
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| And I would give you my all if you’d just come and stand next to me.» |