| Dreamt of softer skin
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| The world seemed larger than before
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| A female tenderness
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| And my hands were very small
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| I fell from different heights
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| But I paused right above the ground
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| Cause you were on my mind
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| I never wanted to be found
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| I like when I walk through the rain
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| I like to be a stranger on the train
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| I tried to measure life
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| A prison of my own design
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| I’m stuck on this device
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| Till our hearts beat alike
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| Ohh, ohh, ohh
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| I like when I walk through the rain
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| I like to be the stranger on the train
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| I like it when I speak real low
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| I like when I’m ready to reload
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| I pull up at second gear
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| I like to see my limbs disappear
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| I want it real fast, real slow
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| My world seems
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| And when my hands feel small
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| I like to have it all
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| I like it when I taste your flesh
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| I love you lying back
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| I like it when the seasons change |