You left your scent in the fabric
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When you laid, next to me
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When you were gone
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I would linger, in the fragrance
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In the sheets
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The ticking of the clock
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Everybody said, everybody said don't stop
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Beat against my heart
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Burried my face into your breath
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That you left here in my bed
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You left so slow, it was like thunder
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The road it rumbled, from far away
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You think it's over, then it comes back
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You were never, gonna stay
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The ticking of the clock
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Everybody said, everybody said to stop but
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I hang on to your heart
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Like a slow unraveled friend
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That the ... all dress
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Everything changes
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That's all I know
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Nothing to hold on to
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Thought I'd let you go
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The ticking of the clock
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Everybody said, everybody said should have stopped
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A thought in my head dropped
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Hanging on the threads
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But I never would have guessed
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When you left your scent in the fabric
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Where you sat, this after-noon
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Been so long, to not expect
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The pulling capture of your perfume.
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Perfume
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| Amy Speace |
