I saw your freckles on the shoulders of a stranger today
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And my heart leapt, and my heart leapt
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I saw the sickle of a dimple slash the side of her face
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And my heart leapt, my heart leapt
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And then she faced me while we wrestled for our place on the train
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Her kooky make up of a brat(?) and I kept out of her way
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You're not that actress playing dress-up on the subway today
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So my heart keeps leapin' on
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I tried to catch you on a couplet on my four-track today
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But my tongue tied, my tongue tied
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Couldn't figure how to fit you on the spin of a tape
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So my tongue tied, my tongue tied
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The words seemed small and insignificant, confused and cliche
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You saw my promise and potential, through my guilt and my shame
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I couldn't catch that in a couplet on my best goddamn day
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My tied tongue tumbles on
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I'm shakin. shiver.
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And laugh like cursing kids
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And all our fitful failures
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For every time we kiss
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So cross your fingers, place your bets and hold that glow in your face
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Let my big mouth, ramble on
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I'm shakin. shiver.
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And laugh like cursing kids
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And all our fitful failures
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For every time we kiss
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So cross your fingers, place your bets and hold that glow in your face
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Let my big mouth, ramble on
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Like Cursing Kids
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Kevin Devine |