I've waited a hundred years,
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But I'd wait a million more for you.
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Nothing prepared me for,
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What the privilege of being yours would do.
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If I had only felt the warmth within your touch.
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If I had only seen how you smile when you blush.
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Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough.
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Oh I would've known what I was living for all along.
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What I've been living for.
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Your love is my turning page,
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Where only the sweetest words remain.
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Every kiss is a cursive line.
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Every touch is a redefining phrase.
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I surrender who I've been for who you are,
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Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
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If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
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Oh I would've known what I've been living for, all along
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What I've been living for.
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Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
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When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well.
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With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas,
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Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.
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Turning Page
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| Sleeping At Last |
