| In a minute in a minute in a minute I will
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| Tear my graze from your body on the windowsill
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| Take this minute take this minute take this minute and run
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| Make it longer from the distance from here to the sun
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| Cause in this moment
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| Saw them good
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| And the light that’s pouring that’s in
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| The light is changing things
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| And in this moment what could be wrong
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| You’re standing there with your t-shirt on
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| And who would ask for more than this
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| Who would ask for any more than this?
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| Who would ask for more than this
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| Who would not be satisfied with this?
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| Oh, even so
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| There it goes
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| Too many pieces, too many pieces and their bits
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| They fire around in fragments when I shake my hips
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| Scrape them all into piles lay them out on the floor
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| You’re the best that I get and I still want more
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| Move so slightly to the left
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| And the pieces all align
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| Like a flashing neon sign
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| But the moment, the moment is gone
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| And leaves behind just the things that are wrong
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| And who would ask for more than this
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| Who would ask for any more than this?
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| Who would ask for more than this |
| Who would not be satisfied with this?
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| Oh, easy come
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| Easy go |