| You speak simple, completley
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| | key to a
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| understandable
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| | lock,
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| justifications
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| | introductions and visits,
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| I respect them, respect you, honor what
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| | talking birds,
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| you tell me
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| | spilled drinks,
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| and even though I know where you're
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| | written words on my skin...
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| coming from,
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| | touch me
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| I just wanted to share with you, let you
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| | paint me
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| hear:
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| | I am your canvas...
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| my heart...it's crying...
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| | laughs and unexplainable want, emotion
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| for you,
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| | following,
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| your words,
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| | chills thta never go away
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| and hands
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| | like a consistent heart singing your
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| your hugs, kisses
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| | name.
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| comfort...
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| | wipe the hair form my forehead with your
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| I want you...
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| | fingertips
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| frightening, shaking, nervous to admit:
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| | look into my eyes and read me...
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| "I need you"
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| | we kiss
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| want me
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| | it can't be!
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| need me
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| | did you really just read me?
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| please be with me and share with me
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| | or
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| any and everything, anytime, anywhere
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| | are we thinking the same thing?
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| I am here, ready, willing, WANTING to
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| | Romance tangled in a thorn brush,
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| listen
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| | pleading to get out.
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| waiting to know about YOU
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| | "you're hurting me, I'm crying, bleeding
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| your past, present, even your secrets
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| | from all the
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| I give you my word: there will be no
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| | thorns"
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| judge present,
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| | run with me,
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| just me...standing, with open arms,
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| | play with me,
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| waiting
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| | sing with me,
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| for you to take the first steps,
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| | but especially swing with me.
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| whether they be grand or microscopic, I
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| | swing with me to the moon, so we can let
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| will wait
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| | go
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| with tired, heavy arms for you to come
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| | of the chains we hold on to that keep us
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| to me.
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| | from falling,
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| I understand the situation isn't the
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| | the chains that are the only separation
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| easiest,
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| | from my arms to be wrapped around your
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| but hopefully you will feel as I,
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| | waist,
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| when I tell you: "nothing that's worth
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| | the only separation that keeps me from
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| anything is
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| | running my
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| easy"
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| | fingers through your hair.
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| Are you thinking about me as I write
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| | chains those damn chains.
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| this?
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| | messages we send
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| Am I pacing back and forth in your
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| | back and forth
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| thoughts like you
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| | in secret,
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| are in mine?
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| | they hate it, you do it anyway
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| Do you feel the love and power in your
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| | (one of my favorite characteristics)
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| heart the way I
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| | "I'm falling, tumbling, rocks"
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| do?
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| | I am too.
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| Please say yes...please........please
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| | Kiss, feel, touch,
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| your eyes say yes, but I can't read your
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| | my lips,
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| heart;
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| | breasts,
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| if it is in your heart that actions are
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| | face, any and eveything for you.
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| born,
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| | discover me...
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| or your kiss that speaks your desires
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| | I want...need...ask...beg
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| I know the answers to my questions but
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| | for you to
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| still crave for
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| | discover me.
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| you to tell me
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| | you say it's hard to open up, share your
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| I am scared of what lies ahead,
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| | intimacy,
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| afraid of what is, can, or will be
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| | I want to make it easier, reassure you
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| of your ability to heartache.
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| | with open arms,
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| Is it worth it? you, me, together, one?
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| | ears and smiles
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| the passion spoken between our lips,
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| | I am HERE...talk to me.
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| hands scream yes
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| | Lets share
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| my heart yearns for your company, your
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| | experience,
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| touch.
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| | emotion,
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| mornings welcomed with bright lights
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| | familiarities,
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| glow, even though
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| | unknowns,
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| it's pouring rain
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| | places,
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| when I am with you, rain is foreign,
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| | kisses,
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| non-existent
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| | breath,
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| complete
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| | what's mine is yours,
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| your hand in mine,
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| | take as you please, but I warn you:
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| my hand in yours.
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| | (I am strong, very strong) but
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| whichever way it is to be spoken.
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| | that strength has the capability to
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| so much more than lust...it's
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| | soften for time to
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| shared swings,
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| | time
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| speaking eyes,
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| | I can cry, hurt...
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| held hands not wanting to let go, a lost
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