| You don’t need to bring me candy or flowers
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| You don’t need a clumsy sonnet from me
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| When the night falls on us tone-deaf and ringing
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| You know you’re always my middle C
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| How’s the stroke of someone’s pen gonna change us?
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| You have my love for free, oh
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| You have everything that I have to offer
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| We’ll know when we are ready
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| Who remembers any men from before me?
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| We’ve always been alone
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| In a world so full of murky intentions
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| We’ll make ourselves a home
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time
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| In a matter of, in a matter of
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| It’s a matter of time |