Vanilla scented sky
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the candlelight can only show so much
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we can let our hands see what our eyes can't
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You breathe softly
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And move in slow motion
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We keep a firm grip on this moment
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Cuz it will never last as long
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as we want it to
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So let's make the best of a great situation
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I think I'll start at your ears
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Work my way down to your neck
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Roll over your collarbone
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End up at your chest
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Hipbones are calling my name
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Only I can hear their plea
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Serve as handles for the night
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Skin like silk becomes slippery
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Let's make the best of a great situation
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Like every good story here must be an end
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It's the only way we can relive this again
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So let it go and wave goodbye
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Happiness is a handful of days away
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It's easier to count the days than hours We learned that the hard way
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The number is lesser in value
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And easier to swallow
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Rick vanravenhorst ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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