| Thousands, no millions of hours
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| We’ve been skirting around this whole subject
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| Like children stuck in a museum
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| And I’m dry now
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| My mouth will not speak, I’m weary and weak
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| And I only wanted to see you again
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| If that’s unfair, just let me know
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| Just write it down, and then I’ll go
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| But you skate around my human skin
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| An apple where your throat begins
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| Just say…
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| Just tell the stars to give a sign
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| Put it in a bottle…
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| Say you’re mine
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| And it’s better, better than music
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| Better than words to be with you
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| But better that we’re apart
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| Can’t you feel it?
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| It’s taken me over, left me for dead like Ophelia
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| Who knew a prince and survived?
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| And so I ask in every line
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| That I might learn of your design
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| Because you skate around my human skin
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| Your name is where my heart begins
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| Just say…
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| Just tell the stars to give a sign
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| Put it in a bottle…
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| Say you’re mine
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| Because you skate around my human skin
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| Your name is where my heart begins
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| Just say…
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| Just tell the stars to give a sign
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| Put it in a bottle…
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| Say you’re mine |