| Tell me one more time, recount your past
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| You could have received the best but here we are
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| God, how can I be blessed like that?
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| My acts should have only bred my own desperate times
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| Can’t you really guess what’s in my heart?
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| It may look bright but inside I’m a mess
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| This feeling’s sweeping softly through my fingers
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| As I touch your arm (or look at your eyes)
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| The earth stops spinning
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| As I’m about to touch your lips
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| I’m picturing myself the scene
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| Can you feel the dance (of my inner sins)?
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| The earth stops spinning
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| As you’re coming closer to me
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| Let’s reinvent ourselves this scene
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| But can you feel the dance of my inner sins?
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| You are the air I needed
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| I can’t see clearly through you
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| You’re just the perfect innocent
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| A kind I thought gone for a long time
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| How could this be when everything around us is all broken
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| Just leave the wrong parts to me!
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| Please leave it!
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| Mistakes won’t come with my second chance
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| I’d rather take myself to blame to spare you
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| I’ll give everything I have
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| And all the things that I lack
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| To see you smile again my dear
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| Even if I can no longer hold your hand
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| Have I just dreamt a bit?
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| You were right there, I can’t explain or find a reason
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| Tell me one more time, recount your past
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| You could have received the best but here we are
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| God, how can I be blessed like that?
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| My acts should have only bred my own desperate times
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| Can you still not guess what’s in my heart?
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| It may look bright but inside I’m a mess
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| This feeling’s sweeping softly through my fingers
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| As you turn around (or look at your eyes)
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| The earth stops spinning
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| As I’m about to touch your lips
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| I’m picturing myself the scene
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| Can you feel the dance (of my inner sins)?
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| The earth stops spinning
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| As you’re coming closer to me
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| Let’s reinvent ourselves this scene
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| But can you feel the dance of my inner sins? |