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Finally got over that song of ours
And nothing's changed, and we're still same.
And I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss,
And I'm hangin' on to every word rollin' off of your lips:
And that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place,
Every time I hear your name.
--
I said my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to and my eyes don’t recognize you no more. And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.
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if i could, i would fix our wrists together in such a fashon that God Himself
couldn't tear up apart. but impossibility knows nothing of compromise,
and hope can only take us so far. tracing your outline in my sheets,
painting your face on my pillow; faking going to sleep
so i can fake waking up to you.
but my hands are tied by miles.
if i could, i would rest our cheeks together so i could hear every
word that escapes your mouth. and kisses would act as
punctuation and i would pray and wait for periods and
exclamation points.
tracing your outline in my sheets, painting your
face on my pillow; faking going to sleep so i can
fake waking up to you.
my hands are tied.
tracing your outline in my sheets, painting your
face on my pillow; faking going to sleep so i can
fake waking up to you.
but my hands are tied by miles.
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And nothing's changed, and we're still same.
And I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss,
And I'm hangin' on to every word rollin' off of your lips:
And that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place,
Every time I hear your name.
--
I said my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to and my eyes don’t recognize you no more. And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to, and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.
----
if i could, i would fix our wrists together in such a fashon that God Himself
couldn't tear up apart. but impossibility knows nothing of compromise,
and hope can only take us so far. tracing your outline in my sheets,
painting your face on my pillow; faking going to sleep
so i can fake waking up to you.
but my hands are tied by miles.
if i could, i would rest our cheeks together so i could hear every
word that escapes your mouth. and kisses would act as
punctuation and i would pray and wait for periods and
exclamation points.
tracing your outline in my sheets, painting your
face on my pillow; faking going to sleep so i can
fake waking up to you.
my hands are tied.
tracing your outline in my sheets, painting your
face on my pillow; faking going to sleep so i can
fake waking up to you.
but my hands are tied by miles.
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