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When your hand brushed against mine |
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I thought |
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I'd collapse |
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I'm no rolling stone |
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I gather too much moss |
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Maybe it's 'cos |
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I'm getting |
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A little bit older |
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But oh how your neck |
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Flows to your shoulder |
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It draws me, it draws me to your flame |
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I wanna be near you |
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And blink in your light |
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And toast marshmallows |
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On a cold dark night |
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By your flame |
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Your flesh it melts in my mouth |
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Like Holy |
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Communion |
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But you don't really care for |
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Jesus now do you? |
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A photograph of this love |
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Hangs on my wall |
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I would dare to speak its name |
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If I knew what it was called |
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I would dare to speak its name |
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If I knew what it was called |
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Rattle the one who's shadow |
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You're standing in |
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Under the branches after |
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It's been raining |
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On your flame |
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I wanna be near you |
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And blink in your light |
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And toast marshmallows |
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On a cold dark night |
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By your flame |
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Your brought your flame |
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Into the chambers of my heart |
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You brought your flame |
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Where all's been condemned to dark |
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And now your flame |
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Spits shadows on my walls |
