| I’ve waited a hundred years
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| And I’d wait a million more for you
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| Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do
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| If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
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| If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
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| Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
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| Well, I would have known what I’ve been living for all along
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| What I’ve been living for
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| Your love is my turning page
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| Where only the sweetest words remain
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| Every kiss is a cursive line
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| Every touch is a redefined phrase
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| I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
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| Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
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| If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
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| Well, I would have known what I’ve been living for all along
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| What I’ve been living for
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| Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell
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| When I saw you, well, I knew we’d tell it well
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| With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas
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| Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees |