He bends his breath around my name
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And I am humbled
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I feel small and plain
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But his arms are angels by his side
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You need not ask if they're open, just how wide
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His lips are day
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And his skin is night
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Oooh, and with our love we conjure up the twilight
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His fingers are music to my soul
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And I feel his song play everywhere I go
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My love, my love is on his way
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I can't wait to see the day
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I thankfully lay me down
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Oh, my love, my love is on his way
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I'm waiting patiently
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But if you see me now
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My love, please hurry
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He loves with rhythm
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And paints with flame
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He comes in pieces with no name
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I won't need answers, I'll just know
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Cause I've read the sonnets about his soul
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He can be ordinary in the best ways
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And still dance like a poet
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Through every word he says
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My love, my love is on his way
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I can't wait to see the day I thankfully
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Lay me down
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My love, my love is on his way
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I'm waiting patiently
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But if you see me now
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My love, please hurry
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All that I never knew
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Can you see me now
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All that I never said
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Can you see me now
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He makes me crazy
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He makes me cruel
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Oh, but I pray he makes me anything
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But a fool
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Oooh, my love
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Please hurry
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My Love
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| Sara Bareilles |
