| There is no distance so close as two lovers
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| Face to face
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| Skin against skin
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| There is no deeper pleasure
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| So deep as together
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| They breathe
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| Letting no one else in
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| Now there’s no distance so great
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| As two people in the same bed
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| Worlds apart
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| There is no chasm so steep as betrayal
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| No damage so deep to a heart
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| Where did the love go?
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| How did we outgrow the oneness that came with the dawn?
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| Who moved away first?
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| Creating the space first?
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| Who had the first to move on?
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| Go ask the river
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| That’s run here so long
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| Go ask the sparrow
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| That still sings its song
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| Go ask the willow
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| That bends through winds blows
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| But only my pillow knows
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| It’s hard to believe now in something in someone
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| It’s hard to believe there’s a plan
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| Is love just an hourglass that last 'til it’s empty
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| That’s past when it’s all out of sand?
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| Or just as in winter
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| When all seems so bleek
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| Does a seed in the cold earth, willing through weak
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| Strain to break through all the death in its way
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| Dare to believe
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| Spring is still on its way
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| Go ask the river |
| That’s run here so long
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| Go ask the sparrow
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| That still sings its song
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| Go ask the willow
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| That bends through winds blows
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| But only my pillow knows
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| I now hold my pillow as I once held you
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| Whispering my deppest fears
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| But now it is you that I feel most afraid of
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| And you are the source of my tears
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| Is there some purpose to this time in the darkness?
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| Lying beneath winter snows?
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| Will I be stronger?
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| Some how be better?
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| Only my pillow knows
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| So
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| Go ask the river
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| That’s run here so long
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| Go ask the sparrow
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| That still sings its song
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| Go ask the willow
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| That bends through winds blows
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| But only my pillow knows
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| Only my pillow knows |