When my love complained, every word
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a breath on my last dandelion
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and so lovers will leave and their tears
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souvenirs for the very first time
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I searched the world reluctant
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to find a lover enthusiastic
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speak to me barely if at all
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When I was a boy, funny things
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water wings kept you confident
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a belly of wine, similar
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to keep yourself indifferent
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And I scraped the bargain basement
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bought a lover less than fantastic
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spoke to me barely if at all
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Taste perfume that burns my throat
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and i am free of envelope
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squeeze an instant out of me
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And she placed a hand between our lips
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how could anything be so precious
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she kissed me barely if at all
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And she, with her hand between our lips
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gave me what we now have in common
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she left me barely if at all
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barely if at all
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The Verve Pipe |