In a romantic fashion
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I will experiment with my fear right before her eyes
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And every smile that's unveiled will be soaked
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In my nervous charm
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Then I'll say
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"Is everything alright?
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There's been a few things I've been meaning
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To let go of tonight"
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And she will say
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"Everything's just fine
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So you can put an end to your worrying mind"
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And then our lips will collide
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The August sky will then bare witness
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To a brand new chapter with torn up pages
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When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
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To my courage
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As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
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And forget everyone who's jaded, 'cause they don't matter
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And I don't care
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In a confident fashion
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I will admit my deepest and darkest to her
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And every gaze across the table
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Will send my unsuspecting body into shock
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Then I'll say
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"Would you like to go inside?
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And forget the world and the rules
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By which we are to abide"
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And she will say
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"There's nothing I want more"
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As we step into the room, turn off the lights and close the door
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The August sky will then bare witness
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To a brand new chapter with torn up pages
|
When the planets align, I can feel the gates opening
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To my courage
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As I proceed to run my fingers through her hair
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And forget everyone who's jaded, 'cause they don't matter
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And I don't care
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No, 'cause they don't matter
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And I don't care
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Brash and hopeful
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That my luck will not perish tonight
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When the overcast tries to kill me
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It's your slow motion rain
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That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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Brash and hopeful
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That my luck won't perish tonight
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And when the overcast tries to kill me
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It's your slow motion rain
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That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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Brash and hopeful
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That my luck will not perish tonight
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And when the overcast tries to kill me
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It's your slow motion rain
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That falls warm on my neck that keep me alive
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Consider this song a testament
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Of my devotion to your sacharrine scent
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And to be completely honest
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You're not like all the rest
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You're not like all the rest
|
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Consider this song a testament
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Of my devotion to your sacharrine scent
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And to be completely honest
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You're not like all the rest
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You're not like all the rest
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Oh no, you're not like all the rest
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You're not like all the rest
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You're not like all the rest
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The Night Will Go As Follows
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| Spill Canvas |
