Thought like ink
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Love runs out
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So i kept it up on a shelf
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And i will polish it finger it
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But never let it breathe by itself
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Whatever happens next
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When nothing's left
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I'd just rather not see
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You've been slicing like a knife
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Like eve with her bite
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But i don't think you've wounded me we
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Don't fall into love
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It slips from the cabinets and falls into us
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I stand apart from your body in the dark
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But our gazes link like a bridge
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And i don' t think that i'm weak
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Though my lips open to speak
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That i'd trade my soul for a kiss
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I turn away to cry but even when i lie
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There's some things words cannot hide
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And my aim's never been good
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But my arrow to the moon
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Is so close it scrapes the sides
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We don't fall into love
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It slips from the cabinets
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And falls into us
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Now love's tangled up
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Like a sititng duck
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I don't have to search
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You're all my answers
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We don't fall into love
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It slips from the cabinets and falls into us
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Cabinet
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| Trespassers William |
