| Bare skin and ink
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| You read my body like a picture book
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| But I didn’t think
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| That I could ever feel this intimate
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| With someone
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| Oh, let my words be clear
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| This is a love song
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| Only for you my dear
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| Chest pressed to mine
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| I feel your heart sing a symphony
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| You may have stolen mine
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| But the last thing I need is sympathy
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| From someone
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| Oh, let my words be clear
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| This is a love song
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| Only for you my dear
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| It makes my stomach turn to think
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| I’m not the first to call you baby
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| And I’ve been struggling to find a way
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| To tell you what I’ve been thinking lately
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| That I know just how you touched her
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| I hear you breathing her in
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| I can’t escape all the secrets that you told her skin on skin
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| She is the shadow I can’t shake
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| I wish that I could let go
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| But she’s a part of your past that I will never come to know
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| And here I write my confession
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| And tell you just how I feel
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| That hers is a history I’m so desperate to steal
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| But as I look to the future
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| It all becomes clear
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| That you are the muse to this love song
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| And I am yours my dear
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| So, let my words be clear
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| This is a love song
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| For only you my dear |