| I see through your thin cotton dress
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| I don’t know if we’ll get dressed
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| So pull by that store parking lot
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| You know I’ve missed your lots
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| Warn me of the cans and knots
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| I don’t need a house in Lake Michigan
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| I don’t need a purpose to plan within
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| I just want to feel your pulse again
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| Down town the exits just around
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| Can’t you smell our future good and well?
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| I’ll take you upstairs show you my bed and things
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| Share all my thoughts and cares
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| Here is my heart here is my soul
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| You pushed me past my lonely door
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| You are my everything
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| September a time of in betweens
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| Lazy month of nothing
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| All rainy gutters rushing
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| They’re all true
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| All the good things you say
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| Will they all pass
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| Quit like the clouds today?
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| They’ll be there in your pretty dreams
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| All full of colour and sense of things
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| You blow breath of life in me
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| I felt this way the night before
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| You pulled me from this heavy floor
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| You are my everything
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| You are my everything |