| This letter won’t make it to you in time
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| Introverted by your distance from me, and by mine
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| But the chameleons who sift through the trees
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| Are garnering a bouquet in my head’s faculties
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| And its filled with scales and perfumes wearing thin
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| There is no flaw in you, there is no sun on your skin
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| Where have you been all of my life?
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| I hear a lizard tongue above my head
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| Will you be my wife?
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| Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
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| My possession my obsession, everything to me The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
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| Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
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| Waiting for my bride no longer taking it’s toll
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| Like a great horned owl swallowing fruit bats whole
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| Now that you’re here I feel a presence that I didn’t before
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| I feel your love I feel the warmth I’m feeling so much more
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| No more stiff joints, no more skin dry and rigid
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| You’re like a funnel in my heart
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| No longer artic and frigid
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| I’m indebted to you, you are my only one
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| Straight from the breath of the almighty Father, Spirit and Son
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| Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
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| My possession my obsession, everything to me The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
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| Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
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| Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
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| My possession my obsession, everything to me The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
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| Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips
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| Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat
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| My possession my obsession, everything to me The sound of your voice and all your fingertips
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| Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips |