There we sat in a parked car
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Trying to write the words, you held my hand and whispered
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A quote you heard somewhere
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There's something about staying by my side
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'The pleasure would be all mine', you said softly
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I wanna take you far from here
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Some place quiet, where everything is green
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And nothing ever goes wrong
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And if right now, you can take my hand
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And join me in the new life, I'll be waiting there for you
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The road is long, and there are no signs
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To direct you home to me, my dear
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'The pleasure would be all mine', you said softly
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You can change your mind, but not your heart
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So, if you try and fake it again, I'll know
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And if you try to make it, then we'll grow
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Old and die in each others' arms
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With nothing left unsaid
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And it would be as perfect as life would allow
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And the pleasure, my dear, would be all mine
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(And the pleasure, my dear, would be all mine)
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And the pleasure, my dear, would be all mine
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(All mine, all mine...)
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Well, I believe in heads-up pennies, and four leaf clovers, over and over
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Still, I can't see my luck running out right in front of me
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You change your mind, but not your heart
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So, if you try and fake it again, I'll know
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And if you try to make it, then we'll grow
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Old and die in each others' arms
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Whoah...
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Whoah...
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Whoah...
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Whoah...
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(numerous times)
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If Kenneth Could Only Speak
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The June Spirit |