| After I kissed you, a sweet darkness came down
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| Fingers were search lights, leading the way down
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| We talk in fingers and thumbs
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| In an ancient braille of daily vacant overflow
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| Fingers and thumbs can never lie
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| We talk in fingers and thumbs
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| With my hands out stretched I read your scars from head to toe
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| No need to fake it anymore, that? |
| s what our tongues were made for
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| Now, I see you feelingly and my fingers have eyes
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| They search for you constantly in sorrows and smiles like this
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| We talk in fingers and thumbs
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| In an ancient braille of daily ache and overflow
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| Fingers and thumbs can never lie
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| We talk in fingers and thumbs
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| With my hands out stretched I read your scars from head to toe
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| No need to fake it anymore, that? |
| s what our tongues were made for
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| Be my translator till there? |
| s no more to tell
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| Till our skin turns to water and our bones turn to sea shell
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| We talk in fingers and thumbs
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| In an ancient braille of daily ache and overflow
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| Fingers and thumbs can never lie
|
| We talk in fingers and thumbs
|
| With my hands out stretched I read your scars from head to toe
|
| No need to fake it anymore, that? |
| s what our tongues were made for |