| I’m a long, long way from the tips of your fingers
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| Cus I let you slip right through my hands
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| But the path, way back to your doorway, it shimmers
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| And you’re waiting cus til I pray
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| So come on sweet darling,
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| Can I come home with you tonight?
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| Cus I’m lost running all around
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| and I know I can do you right.
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| We’ll float on the witches
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| from the creekbed to the moon
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| erase the pain and settlement
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| and carve on the fallen dew.
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| And cast out all ballasts
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| or will you sleep in stone
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| encounter creatures of the night
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| and bring them into our homes.
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| So come on sweet darling,
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| can I come home with you tonight?
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| Cus I’m lost running all around
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| and I know I can do you right.
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| I’m a long, long way from the tips of your fingers
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| cus I let you slip right through my hands
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| but the path, way back to you doorway, it shimmers
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| And you’re waiting cus til I pray |