| With love
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| On the tips of your fingers
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| From the afternoon
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| When we made the air turn blue
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| You just beat
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| And tear your way into my heart
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| Through my skin
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| Through my ribcage
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| And we can feel it accelerate
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| But not always when we want it to
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| It’s bigger than the both of us
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| And baby I’m not much bigger than you
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| I love the way that it is
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| And how it feels inside
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| I love the way that you hold me
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| I love the way that it hides
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| And it leaps out of you
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| And it leaps out of me
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| In the afternoon
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| The way we’ll always want it to be
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| I have your face on the end of my nose
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| In the early evening
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| When it’s a little less like a dream
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| And you don’t relax
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| 'Cause baby you’re an enthusiast
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| And it’s in your blood
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| I can feel your blood
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| I can feel it pumpin'
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| And it’s keeping this sweet heart goin'
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| We’re the sum of our parts
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| But you’re makin' mine work so hard
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| I love the way that it is
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| And how it feels inside
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| I love the way that you hold me
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| I love the way that it hides
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| And it leaps out of you
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| And it leaps out of me
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| In the afternoon
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| The way we’ll always want it
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| And it leaps out of you
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| And it leaps out of me
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| In the afternoon
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| The way we’ll always want it to be |