You asked if you could see me
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Before I went to Spain
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You didn’t give a reason,
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Didn’t know what you would say
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But I was hoping that my breath on your face
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Would blow every last thing into place
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The bed spread detecting suns and moons
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Symbols of the star signs
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How you read how mind ap?lied
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To how I would be sex-wise
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In my arms you disappeared
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And I sit twice the size
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Swept and welcomed lips together
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Sleeping felt like lives
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Girl, I helped you with your demons
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But your ghosts are now haunting me too
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Bye French bitch and her ex-boyfriend
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Threatening to tie his neck through the roof
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But if we tip toe through the true bits
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We might make it to the other side
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What doesn’t kill you leaves you wounded
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But I will nurse you better around
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I, I’ve been waiting on your silent calm
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Cause the Sun’s been rising in the west
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I’ve been waiting on your silent prayer
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Cause the Sun’s been rising in the west
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If your skin feels softer I’ve no argument to make
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The way to such apologies could strong them into aid
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If these kisses draw the bad out, I can’t have a com?laint
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Cause they hit your tongue like sedatives,
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While I lay wide awake
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You could feel a tremor in a single way
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It travels down your spinal cord
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And you can catch a rain cloud in a narrow glass
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But it would turn into a storm
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The deep problems will stray
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you’ll keep the shadows away
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Girl, I helped you with your demons
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But your ghosts are now haunting me too
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Bye French bitch and her ex-boyfriend
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Threatening to tie his neck through the roof
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But if we tip toe through the true bits
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We might make it to the other side
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What doesn’t kill you leaves you wounded
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But I will nurse you better around
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I, I’ve been waiting on your silent calm
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Cause the Sun’s been rising in the west
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I’ve been waiting on your silent ?rayer
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Cause the Sun’s been rising in the west
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Tiptoe Through The True Bits
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| Los Campesinos! |
