The scratching of paper and pen reminds me
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of a song I wrote two years back.
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I remember each and every line like a photo
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glued to the lids of my eyes.
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The shiver of my wheezing chest reminds me
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of the way I felt two years back.
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And as we lose all track of time I feel her
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breath like ice on the tip of my spine.
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The shake before I sleep, the shake before
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I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
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The shake before I sleep, the shake before
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I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
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I wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes
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adjust to the darkest light form.
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And as I start to drift away you¡¯re the shake
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that pulls me back to this state.
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The shake before I sleep, the shake before
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I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
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The shake before I sleep, the shake before
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I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
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You¡¯re the shake
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The Shake
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| Kisschasy |
