It wont do to dream of caramel
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to think of cinnamon and long for you.
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It wont do to stir a deep desire,
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to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true
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I know your name, I know your skin,
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I know the way these things begin
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But I dont know
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how I would live with myself,
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what Id forgive of myself if you dont go
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So goodbye, sweet appetite,
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no single bite could satisfy
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I know your name, I know your skin,
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I know the way these things begin
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But I dont know
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what I would give of myself,
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how I would live with myself if you dont go
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It wont do to dream of caramel
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to think of cinnamon and long for you
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Caramel (ÀåÀ±ÁÖ Ãßõ°î)
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| Suzanne Vega |
