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Something worn, like a blanket thrown |
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Your tender heart, your crystal spirit |
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Keeps me warm and safe from harm |
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Wrapped around my shoulder |
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I love to wake and watch your face |
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And while you sleep, I fall for you again |
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Is it true, what I feel for you |
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Wish I could help it through |
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So you could feel it too |
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And the leaves around my door |
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And the sunlight in the hall |
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And darkness that will fall |
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Make me want you more |
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Morning breaks on the icy flakes |
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That collect around our window |
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It's cold outside brings a harsh goodbye |
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With clouds at our mouths as we breath a sigh |
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As I look like a long lending book |
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Page after page we are turning |
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But is it true what I feel for you |
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Wish I could help it through |
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So you could feel it too |
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And the leaves around my door |
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And the sunlight in the hall |
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And darkness that will fall |
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Just make me want you more |
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Oh, make me want you more |
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Want you more |
