I'm talking to strangers
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To see what I feel;
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Your face is changing now
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And nothing seems real.
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These things I know
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Are like a baby how they grow in me;
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I pull them out
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Just like a baby for you to see them all
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I'm talking to strangers
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To see what I need;
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This love between us now,
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How it's twisting in me.
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I want to get it out,
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I want to feel the breathing,
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I want to really love,
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I want to know the meaning,
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I want to share all these things.
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These things I know
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Are like a baby how they grow in me
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I pull them out
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Just like a baby for you to see them all
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Talking To Strangers
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Heather Nova |