| The way his lips parted to sound my name
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| Felt like song and dance
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| He was a musical without the accolades
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| I hung on every note
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| We performed together nightly
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| Starting with interludes on my jawline
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| He left pitches in the pit of my throat
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| Never did he choke on the words «I love you»
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| He said it with his fingertips on my piano keys of a back
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| He had a stroke not out of tune
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| He knew the lyrics to the song before they were written
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| Our set was in production
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| We could see our nomination for the «greatest love story ever performed»
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| Strum these pains with your fingers
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| Let it hurt a little
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| I want to be in sync and sink in all that you are in all that I am
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| I don’t want amnesty
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| Jailbird me
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| Bar me inside your rib cage
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| So I can rest and lie where all your secrets and desires do
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| To study you
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| Lively… nothing can make you feel more awake and dreaming than when our skin
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| fills one another with each other’s essence
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| We breathe
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| You are a hallucinogen and I have on a gas mask
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| Inhale you until I can taste you like I haven’t eaten all day
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| You satisfy a physiological need
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| I thought I was complete
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| I didn’t realize how half I was until I found you
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| See you make me write love poems for days
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| Sex poems at night
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| Hate poems in the morning
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| Laughter in the afternoon
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| And It isn’t that we love
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| It’s how we love
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| Little time to the human clock, but we make seconds tick like hours
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| Condemn me to a lifetime of our musical
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| So, we can sing and dance when your lips part and sound my name
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| I can’t remember the rest… |