A crack in the smile
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But she's always in style while she waits
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Waving goodbye but she's too tired to cry and she's wasted
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A letter he wrote
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But it's far too expose so he throws it away
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The sound of regret as it's counting the steps back to safe
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I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises
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But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it
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'Cause wouldn't it be such a shame
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If all was wasted
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Not an inch of the room
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That isn't in bloom or in light
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So we drink 'till its dawn
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Every drip 'till it's gone and we're wasted
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It's a thing of the truth
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But we'll lie and we'll look for the perfect escape
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And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain
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I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises
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But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it
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Cause wouldn't it be such a shame
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If all was wasted
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Stay for another morning
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Study the curves on my face
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Stay even when we're unknowing
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Stay 'till they tear you away
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I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises
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But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it
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Cause wouldn't it be such a shame
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If all was wasted
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Perfume And Promises
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| Idina Menzel |
