| I call action to the scene
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| Only a small fraction will make it to the screen
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| This is but a contorted synapse of your perception
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| This is exactly where I wanted us to be
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| Left without something I can’t find in you
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| Sparked by an intermittent touch
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| I am sure that you never again will have all of me
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| A weary transgression has made its transit
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| To my yearning heart
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| This lead will fit better when it’s lodged between
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| Your cowardice
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| Slowing your palpitations
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| This game is hardly a softer version of an eye to eye
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| Causing me to think of places come and gone
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| Well tonight you’ll know I’m here
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| As my breath trickles up your thigh
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| Pucker up and taste the pain this time
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| C’mon baby pucker up taste the pain inside
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| A weary transgression has made its transit
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| To my yearning heart
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| This lead will fit better when it’s lodged between
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| Your cowardice
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| Slowing your palpitations
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| You will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand
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| You will forever know my face (is beautiful) like the back of your hand
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| The chalk outline tells me us won’t work
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| I don’t think you’ll make it back this time
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| The chalk outline tells me us won’t work
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| I don’t think you’ll make it back this time
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| The chalk outline tells me us won’t work
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| I don’t think you’ll make it back this time |