| It only went higher with feet to the fire
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| Your hands on my shoulders, my lips to your hands
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| And grass so much greener and air that much clearer
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| You draw your breath nearer wherever I am
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| How it rose, how it feels in the minor
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| And desires turned major that say you
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| Ho oh
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| You have the right to look away
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| And take a night or take a day
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| And time after time it comes to you
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| How could you barely even choose?
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| You’ll never win and you will not lose
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| And time after time I will trust you
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| It bends at the knees and it sends you its feelings
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| In packages wrapped with your eyes sung and blue
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| On choosing the answers, you pray till your hands hurt
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| No, love’s not an answer till it ends up all loose
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| Well body rose, body feels in the minor
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| Biding all of the time till we choose you
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| You have the right to look away
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| You may take a night or take a day
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| And time after time it comes to you
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| How could you barely ever choose?
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| You’ll never win and you will not lose
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| And time after time I will trust you |