Have your lips graced another's yet
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Or am I the only one?
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Everytime I try to speak to you
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Those are the thoughts that run
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Say something else, girl
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I don't want to have to leave
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Our communication is hardly what it used to be
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When can I claim you to be my own, so selfishly?
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When can I claim you to be my own, my only?
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Want nothing mroe than our futures to collide
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Can tell this is going to be one of many disappointing nights
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Traces of you are so minimal
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A black and white by photobook with us
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When can I claim you to be my own, so selfishly?
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When can I claim you to be my own, my only?
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And I have only one week to make you mine
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And I may never see you again
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It's not only for me, it's not only me
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There's a little bit, a little bit here for you
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But I'm willing to wait
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I'm willing to wait
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Day time is no longer the hours spent
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Lit by sunlight riving the hours to obsess
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And the night is far worse
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'Cause I know you're alone with her
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And thoughts of, of us have been deserted
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It'll never be the same
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I'll never be the same again
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I'll never be the same again
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I have only one week to make you mine
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And I may never see you again
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Time is few and far between
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There is someone else who needs
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There is someone else who needs your attention
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But I'm willing to wait
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I'm willing to wait
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I'm willing to wait
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I'm willing to wait
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Only One Week
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| The Honorary Title |
