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The air is visible around you, rising up. And off your lips in slow currents, and I watch. As your face is framed in its slow currents, drifting curls. A trailin' path, a long draft becomes a tress
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Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep. This air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull. These hearts, they race from self-control. Your legs are smooth as they graze
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It was the year. I crashed my motor bike. I think it was the summer. I think you whispered When you gonna wake up?. When you gonna wake up? Dear. Slip these on your tongue. Let us see it's a rei
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Even now, I can smell your clothes. Freshly from the wash. Still hot from the dryer Even now, I can smell your skin. As I wrap you in a towel. Lay you on the bed. And try to love you Even now, I
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Zer how to feel. If this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Than I am not afraid to be bound. To the impulses of science. If this is chemical.
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Down in a local bar out on the Boulevard. The sound of an old guitar. Is saving you from sinking. It's a long way down, it's a long way Back like you never broke, you tell a dirty joke. He touches
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Even now, I can smell your clothes. Freshly from the wash. Still hot from the dryer. . Even now, I can smell your skin. As I wrap you in a towel. Lay you on the bed. And try to love you. . Ev
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I lay down, I can't sleep. My mind runs on repeat. I stare at the ceiling from my side. I reach out, You're right there. But you're lost in the details. I wait for the end of a long night. . Yo
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I made my slow way home. Limping on broken bones. Out of the thickest pine. Across the county lines. Onto your wooden stairs. I know you can repair. I know you've seen the light. I know you'll
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Zer how to feel. If this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Oh if this is chemical. Than I am not afraid to be bound. To the impulses of science. If this is chemical.
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Verse 1. She said, "I've gotta be honest,. You're wasting your time if you're fishing around here. ". And I said, "You must be mistaken,. I'm not fooling. This feeling is real. ". She said, "You
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A line of strands to mark the trail. No one said it would be easy. I must admit I thought the risk. Was better waged in younger seasons. . And all these years in the cold play hell on the throat.
