| I feel your heart against my hand tonight
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| I taste the colors of your skin
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| I see you tremble like a butterfly
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| Will you let me in? |
| Will you let me in?
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| I drink the wine that lingers in your hair
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| I breath your need upon the wind
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| I run my fingers through you everywhere,
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| Ready to begin — ready to begin
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| But I never laid a hand on your heart
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| Even when it tore me apart
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| I only took what you gave from the start
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| Never promised more than a dream
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| Wonderful as it might have seemed
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| I always felt there was someone else
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| Beside us in the dark
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| So I never laid a hand on your heart
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| I hold your restless body in my arms
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| Until the fever leaves your skin
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| I feel your heart beat underneath my palms
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| And I let you in. As I let you in
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| There is no sorrow in this heart of mine
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| There is no future and no past
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| I only hope to hold the hands of time
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| Long as it can last. |
| Long as it can last
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| 'Cause I never laid a hand on your heart
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| Even when it tore me apart
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| I only took what you gave from the start
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| Never promised more than a dream
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| Wonderful as it might have seemed
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| I always felt there was someone else
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| Beside us in the dark
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| So I never laid a hand on your heart
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| On your heart
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| On your heart |