| Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
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| Making love and I become you
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| Flesh is warm with naked feet
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| Stabbing thorns and you become me
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| Oh, I’d beg for you
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| Oh, you know I’ll beg for you
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| Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
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| Take a bath, I’ll drink the water that you leave
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| If you should die before me
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| Ask if you can bring a friend
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| Pick a flower, hold your breath
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| And drift away
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| She holds my hand, we share a laugh
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| Slipping orange blossom breezes
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| Love is still and sweat remains
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| A cherished gift, unselfish feeling
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| Oh, I’d beg for you
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| Oh, you know I’ll beg for you
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| Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
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| Take a bath, I’ll drink the water that you leave
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| If you should die before me
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| Ask if you can bring a friend
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| Pick a flower, hold your breath
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| And drift away
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| She tells me things, I listen well
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| Drink the wine and save the water
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| Skin is smooth, I steal a glance
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| Dragon flies are gliding over
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| Oh, I’d beg for you
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| Oh, you know I’ll beg for you
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| Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
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| Take a bath, I’ll drink the water that you leave
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| If you should die before me
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| Ask if you can bring a friend
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| Pick a flower, hold your breath
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| And drift away |