Can you feel me breathing on your skin,
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whisper on your neck?
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Can you feel it rolling from your chin,
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right down to your breasts?
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Can you feel my eyelashes begin
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to open on your cheeks?
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Can you feel me staring 'cus I'm staring.
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My heart¡¯s about to leak,
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but you¡¯re fast asleep.
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You don¡¯t feel a thing.
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I speak,
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and you don¡¯t hear a thing.
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Intoxicated,
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and fast asleep,
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up on a rooftop,
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above the street,
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and I wish that you would come down here with me.
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Put your clothes back on.
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Intoxicated,
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and fast asleep,
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and I wish that you would come down here with me.
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If I stole these kisses
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from broken lips,
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I¡¯m sorry but don¡¯t say I didn¡¯t try.
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If I stole these kisses
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from silent lips,
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don¡¯t be sorry and don¡¯t say I didn¡¯t try
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Intoxicated
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The Stryder |