The homeade scars on my arms are slowly fading
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Just as your fingernails are setting in to begin a new chapter
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So sink in as deep as you canand I will do the same
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We can share one sensation and ignore the flourescent riddles
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In your eyelids and you surrender
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It is something that I never intended to risk
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Your skin is a canvas for my heart to paint
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So let go and if we're careful not to breathe
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We'll hear nothing and see everything we are feeling
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In each other's eyes
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Is is something that I never intended to risk
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Without devotion all words turn to scabs
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Unity is letting nothing be predeterminded
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Unity is letting us be ourselves
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Unity is letting each page write itself
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Our book came to be unannounced
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Our book of days, our book of loe stories
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Each promise that I break is a day's draft burned forever
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These are limits that I never intended to reach
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A Book Of Love Stories
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| The Killing Moon |
