| She tilted down her head
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| And brushed her hair aside
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| And lifted up that holy gaze
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| Beneath her eyelids
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| Her beating lashes were the witnesses
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| That heared every single word she wouldn’t say but I did
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| And when her lips came back to touch after a smile
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| She pressed them way to hard
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| So they would reconcile
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| Her colour darkened to a red of every blood of every dead
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| That ever dare to love another
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| To love another
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| She pulled her head aside and when she brought it back
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| I swear a little broken girl was in her body
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| And as a prophecy when tripling down her cheek
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| She said: 'Don't you think to fall is just a study'
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| And when the star upon her lip was glued to mine
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| All of the stars in all the skies had to aligne
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| And then we both just disappear
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| In every hope, in every fear
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| Of what it means to love another
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| To love another
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| Another day was passing in her eyes
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| I realize she never said 'I love you' in the morning
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| But as I watch the sunset in her gaze
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| There is a haze of night that doesn’t want to be the warning
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| And when she parts her lips to wet them with her tongue
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| They bear the weight of every word of every song
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| And I am left there in that chair
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| Without a clue, without a care
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| Insisting I could love another
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| I could love another
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| Her eyes were searching in my soul
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| I asked her what it is she saw
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| She answered only with her silence
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| But then she took a pen
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| And drew an entire ocean made of glue
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| And it is fallen words to island
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| And through her lips I felt the beating of her heart
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| I name the upperlip the end the lowerlip to start
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| I said I never let them touch
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| I want to open them so much
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| We’ll never stop to love another
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| To love another
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| And through her lips I felt the beating of her heart
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| I name the upperlip the end the lowerlip to start
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| I said I never let them touch
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| I want to open them so much
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| We’ll never stop to love another
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| We could love another |