| In a romantic fashion
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| I will experiment with my fear right before her eyes
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| And every smile that’s unveiled will be soaked
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| In my nervous charm
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| Then I’ll say
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| «Is everything alright?
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| There’s been a few things I’ve been meaning
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| To let go of tonight»
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| And she will say
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| «Everything's just fine
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| So you can put an end to your worrying mind»
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| And then our lips will collide
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| The August sky will then bare witness
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| To a brand new chapter with torn up pages
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| When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
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| To my courage
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| As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
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| And forget everyone who’s jaded, 'cause they don’t matter
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| And I don’t care
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| In a confident fashion
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| I will admit my deepest and darkest to her
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| And every gaze across the table
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| Will send my unsuspecting body into shock
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| Then I’ll say
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| «Would you like to go inside?
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| And forget the world and the rules
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| By which we are to abide»
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| And she will say
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| «There's nothing I want more»
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| As we step into the room, turn off the lights and close the door
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| The August sky will then bare witness
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| To a brand new chapter with torn up pages
|
| When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
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| To my courage
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| As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
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| And forget everyone who’s jaded, 'cause they don’t matter
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| And I don’t care
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| No, 'cause they don’t matter
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| And I don’t care
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| Brash and hopeful
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| That my luck will not perish tonight
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| When the overcast tries to kill me
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| It’s your slow motion rain
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| That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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| Brash and hopeful
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| That my luck won’t perish tonight
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| And when the overcast tries to kill me
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| It’s your slow motion rain
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| That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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| Brash and hopeful
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| That my luck will not perish tonight
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| And when the overcast tries to kill me
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| It’s your slow motion rain
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| That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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| Consider this song a testament
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| Of my devotion to your saccharine scent
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| And to be completely honest
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| You’re not like all the rest
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| You’re not like all the rest
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| Consider this song a testament
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| Of my devotion to your saccharine scent
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| And to be completely honest
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| You’re not like all the rest
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| You’re not like all the rest
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| Oh no, you’re not like all the rest
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| You’re not like all the rest
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| You’re not like all the rest |