From time to time I talk to you
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As if you could hear me speak.
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The breath of me but words of you
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You take the one away, and the other still makes me weak.
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Every now and then I start to laugh
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Thinking of the last time you kissed me free.
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Still reeling from the aftermath
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Of the savory storm of you and me
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Its a simple world I know the way it works. I know I'm not the first
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CHORUS
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From time to time I turn to you
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But I won't let it show like you want me to.
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My head held so high; I can hardly see
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Wouldn't notice if you were turned to me.
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If you were turned to me.
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I hope you can understand
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Because we've all been there some
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When you're hanging from someone else's hand
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The moment of letting go will leave your fingertips numb.
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It's a simple world. I know the tables turn.
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And I'll close the book of you word after word.
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CHORUS
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If you were turned to me I wouldn't think twice to turn the tacit hands of time back to when you were mine.
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But it's a paradox of chains and locks I keep on looking forward when I walk so I see almost nothing at all...
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Except when from......
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CHORUS
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Turn To Me
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| Sara Bareilles |
