Never wanted to forget our last looks
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A rekindling lust
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In the corner of your eye
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A lingering inside
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The last place you and I...
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This is the place where you and I call our home
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Hands touching
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He turns them into gold
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And the rhythm of my heart
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Smile
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Bites at me
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Lips cry red salt
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He makes me stay golden
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While caressing my flesh
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He rips me open
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With my eyes closed so tightly
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He cradles me
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Softly we drift into sleep
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Turning hands into minerals
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I melt into him
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My bones depart from me
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I open my hands into a pool of water
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Creating the sound of waves, animals, and creatures
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Waves of hair drift over your ears
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Waves of hair drift to the rhythm of your heart
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What is mine is yours
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What is yours is forever mine
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I'm Cold And There Are Wolves After Me
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| Iwrestledabearonce |
