As soon as you stepped through my door,
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I saw You for the first time all over again.
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And time well spent seems
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Lonelier than the way it used to go.
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As I smell you for the first time all over again
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I'll begin to remember to be alive
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So if you don't mind
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I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve,
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'Cause I'm tired of not being able to bleed.
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All of us are searching for an open arm.
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Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
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When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
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All of us are searching for an open arm.
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Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
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I've felt a loss for some time
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I slipped, stumbled, but fell face first
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straight into your hand.
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Then I hit my head on your palm
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And waking up to the smell
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Of tears drying up in the sand
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All of us are searching for an open arm.
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Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
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When it's the same old word giving me the spark.
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All of us are searching for an open arm.
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Well, it's a shame how I curl up in the dark
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I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
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I washed my wounds with tears of hope.
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I just...
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All of us are searching for an open arm
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Well, it's a shame how I pull myself apart.
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When it's the same words making me run for cover to your arms.
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(All of us are searching for an open arm)
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When it's the same words making me run for cover to your arms.
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(All of us are searching for an open arm)
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(All of us are searching for an open arm)
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All Of Us
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