| Hush me, touch me
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| Perfume, the wind and the leaves
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| Hush me, touch me
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| The burns, the holes in the sheets
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| I’m hoping the smoke
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| Hides the shame I’ve got on my face
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| Cognac and broken glass
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| All these years I’ve been your ashtray
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| Not today
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| I found a pink cigarette
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| On the bed the day that you left
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| And how can I forget that your lips were there
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| Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
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| Hush me, touch me
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| Champagne, your hair in the breeze
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| Hush me, touch me
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| Lipstick, a slap on my cheek
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| Your eyes cried at last
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| Told me everything I was afraid to ask
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| Now I’m dressed in white
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| And you’ve burned me for the last time
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| This ain’t the last time
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| I found a pink cigarette
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| On the bed the day that you left
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| And how can I forget that your lips were there
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| Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
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| You’ll find a note and you’ll see my silhouette…
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| There’s just 5 hours left until you find me dead
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| There’s just 4 hours left until you find me dead
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| There’s just 3 hours left until you find me dead
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| There’s just 2 hours left until you find me dead
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| There’s 1 more hour and then you will find me dead
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| There’s just… |