| Something worn, like a blanket thrown
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| around your heart, your crystal spirit
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| Keeps me warm, and safe from harm
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| wrapped around my shoulder
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| I love to wake, and watch your face
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| and while you sleep, I fall for you again
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| Is it true, what I feel for you
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| Wish I could help it through
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| so you could feel it too
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| And the leaves around my door
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| and the sunlight in the hall
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| and darkness that will fall
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| make me want you more
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| Morning breaks, on the icy flakes
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| That collect around, our window
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| Its cold outside, brings a harsh goodbye
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| with clouds at our mouths, as we breath a sigh
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| As I look, like a long lending book
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| Page after page, we are turning
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| But, is it true, what I feel for you
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| Wish I could help it through
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| So you could feel it too
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| and the leaves around my door
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| and the sunlight in the hall
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| And darkness that will fall
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| Just make me want you more
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| Oh make me want you more
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| Want you more |