| You took your time.
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| You took what you needed.
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| You placed your hands upon my eyes.
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| You took what was needed.
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| You used to laugh about my pride
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| And you dance with echoes in my mind.
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| And I have been holding tight
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| To driftwood on a waiting shore.
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| So I’ll hold you underwater,
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| Breathe with me if you can;
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| Slowly fading with the sunlight
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| Your face is turning blank.
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| And the schoolgirls dream of olden towns,
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| Lemon lips and sunset walks,
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| But I’ll hold you underwater
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| While I can. |
| (While I can.)
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| Your words don’t come out
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| Clear this time,
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| As you place your lips
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| Close to me, dear.
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| I won’t cry for my sins.
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| I won’t cry for her.
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| I won’t cry.
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| Oh, don’t you wonder
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| How I’m coping with your smoky ways?
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| 'Cause I can still remember
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| Your face when you walked into the room,
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| The smell of your hair and your cheap perfume,
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| Your skin pressed against my arm and thigh,
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| The way you turned and sang into my ear.
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| Oh my dear, you’re dying.
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| So I’ll hold you underwater,
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| Breathe with me if you can;
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| Slowly fading with the sunlight
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| Your face is turning blank.
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| And the schoolgirls dream of olden towns,
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| Lemon lips and sunset walks,
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| But I’ll hold you underwater
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| While I can. |
| (While I can.)
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| While I can. |
| (While I can.) |