| He bends his breath around my name
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| And I am humbled, I feel small and plain
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| But his arms are angels by his side
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| You need not ask if they’re open, just how wide
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| His lips are day and his skin is night
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| Ooh, and with our love we conjure up twilight
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| His fingers are music to my soul
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| And I feel his song play everywhere I go
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| My love, my love is on his way
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| I can’t wait to see the day
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| I thankfully lay me down
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| Oh, my love, my love is on his way
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| I’m waiting patiently
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| But if you see me now
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| My love, please hurry
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| He loves with rhythm and paints with flame
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| He comes in pieces with no name
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| I won’t need answers, I’ll just know
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| Because I’ve read the sonnets about his soul
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| He can be ordinary in the best ways
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| And still dance like a poet
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| Through every word he says
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| My love, my love is on his way
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| I can’t wait to see the day
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| I thankfully lay me down
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| Oh, my love, my love is on his way
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| I’m waiting patiently
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| But if you see me now
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| My love, please hurry
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| All that I never knew
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| Can you see me now
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| All that I never said
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| Can you see me now?
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| He makes me crazy
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| He makes me cruel
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| Oh, but I pray he makes me anything
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| But a fool
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| Ooh, my love
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| Please hurry |