| Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace
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| Hoping to never move or change
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| In the lost love and dust of a summer home
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| Two people growing up and getting old
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| And in the light of a thousand eyes
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| I never wanted lose you tonight
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| And all the lovers are civilized
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| They’ll never be the one just to hold you tight
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| And if I ever hold you again
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| I’ll hold you tight enough to crush your veins
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| I hope your heart’s good and strong
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| If you find yourself in my arms
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| I hope your heart’s good and strong
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| If you find yourself in my arms
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| Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace
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| Hoping to never lose the race
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| As the wind travels into the little bones
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| From a mouth speaking screaming in hushed tones
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| And if I fly away to the coast
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| Your face it haunts me more than most
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| And if I ever hold you again
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| I’ll hold you tight enough to crush your veins
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| And you will die and become a ghost
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| And haunt me 'til my pulse also slows
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| I hope your heart’s good and strong
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| If you find yourself in my arms
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| I hope your heart’s good and strong
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| If you find yourself in my arms
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| I hope your heart’s good and strong
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| If you find yourself in my arms |