| I wish I was a flame dancing in a candle
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| Lighting up your living room, high on a mantle
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| I could bring some romance without any scandal
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| And then when you were done, you’d just put me out
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| I wish I was a tune you sang in your kitchen
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| Putting your groceries away and washing your dishes
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| I could float around your tongue and ease the tension
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| And then when you were done, you’d just quiet down
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| But if I get too close
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| Will the magic fade?
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| Would I turn you off or away?
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| If I pull you in
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| Would I push you out
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| Of something here you care about?
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| I’m at a loss for what to do
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| I’m drawn to you
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| I wish I was a sweater wrapped around your hips
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| And when it got too cold, into me you’d slip
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| And when the sun came back, you would hang me up
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| And I would watch you while you undress
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| But if I get too close
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| Will the magic fade?
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| Would I turn you off or away?
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| If I pull you in
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| Now would I push you out
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| Of something here you care about?
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| Well I’m at a loss for what to do
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| But I’m drawn to you
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| I’m not a song
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| I’m not a sweater
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| I’m not a fire
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| I’m something better
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| I’m a man in love writing you a letter
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| Will you take it?
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| Will you keep it?
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| Will you read it?
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| Believe it
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| I love you
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| I’m sorry |