| You and me
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| No antecedents, no consequences
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| Without any permission, or penance
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| No trade and no forgiveness
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| both, how many times
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| We will have rejected each other before
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| I don't know when I got in front
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| I couldn't prevent you, sweetheart
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| how mysterious your mind
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| It creeps in slowly
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| triggering my senses
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| Sometimes you come blind
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| how many have you not come
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| If I am what you want most
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| In the air, I have intentions
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| On air, some clumsy answer from this afternoon
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| We found a way, it's been a hundred days
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| And now is when life really squeezes
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| I have intentions in the air
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| You alert me with your way of calming me down
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| And this other half speaks to you, who refuses to reason
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| And that is also from the air, and that is also from the air
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| You and me
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| In the shadow of the tree that is born
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| To the shelter of the old street
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| With the rush between the teeth
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| And the intermittent taste
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| Of who knows of the glory
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| and its disaster
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| And again the mysteries of your mind
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| They untie me and then undo me
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| If you're going to stay do it, but let me know
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| let me know who's coming
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| In the air, we have intentions
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| On air, some clumsy answer from this afternoon
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| We found a way, it's been a hundred days
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| And now is when life really squeezes
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| We have intentions in the air
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| You alert me with your way of calming me down
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| And this other half speaks to you, which refuses
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| to reason
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| In the air, we have intentions
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| On air, some clumsy answer from this afternoon
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| We found a way, it's been a hundred days
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| And now is when life really squeezes
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| We have intentions in the air
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| You alert me with your way of calming me down
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| And this other half speaks to you, which refuses
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| To reason and that is also from the air |