| Maybe in another life
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| We held each other through every night
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| Until one of us was consumed
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| And the other had their heart replaced by a big fat ugly bruise
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| And I know I’ve only made love to you in my mind
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| But I swear it gets better every time
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| It’s only in my mind that I feel you
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| It’s only in my dreams that your touch is real
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| It’s only in my soul that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel you
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel at all
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| It’s only in my bones that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there
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| Maybe I should have never told you
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| 'Cause then I’d never know for sure
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| And the thoughts of us would just twirl
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| And you’d think you were inventing some epical tale
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| Of a love that even in its wildest dreams
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| Would never ever think of prevailing
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| It’s only in my mind that I feel you
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| It’s only in my dreams that your touch is real
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| It’s only in my soul that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel you
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel at all
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| It’s only in my bones that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there
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| I’ll keep you safe tucked inside
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| So we don’t step out of line
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| The décor is such a shame
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| Riddled with scribbles saying
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| I wish it was OK
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| It’s only in my mind that I feel you
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| It’s only in my dreams that your touch is real
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| It’s only in my soul that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel you
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| It’s only in my skin that I feel at all
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| It’s only in my bones that I know that
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| I can’t go there
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| No I can’t go there |