I dream on tip-toe murmuring
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I drink the cold, brave night
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And peel back the stars
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Sworn, I lock the door behind me now
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Sure, I dive into the restless pools of light
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Oooh I stand before you now
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Oooh, dare you to take my pulse
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And tell me that I don't mean it
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With insect ears I listen for
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A sound of you tonight
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Yes I'll be merciless
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You rush in clear and loud
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Your Cheshire ghost appears
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I taste the gorgeous tide
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Oooh, I don't pray anymore
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Oooh, I take your hand and know
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The scent of my own skin
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Sworn
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| Jane Child |
