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The second time It’s different Like we went to war And came back again Home Feels sweet on the tongue Interacting with you Feels like that first drink of water after days of dehydration I can’t stop breathing you in I always thought that first love is the purest But what is more pure than watching the sky clear after a storm What is stronger than experiencing the worst together and seeing it through How can I explain to you the gratitude I feel for the things we could have lost but that love helped retain Nothing is the same I don’t want it to be But one thing became clear when we wiped away the rain Nothing looks better than home Coming back from foreign lands
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Back Into You
The second time It’s different Like we went to war And came back again Home Feels sweet on the tongue Interacting with you Feels like that first drink of water after days of dehydration I can’t stop breathing you in I always thought that first love is the purest But what is more pure than watching the sky clear after a storm What is stronger than experiencing the worst together and seeing it through How can I explain to you the gratitude I feel for the things we could have lost but that love helped retain Nothing is the same I don’t want it to be But one thing became clear when we wiped away the rain Nothing looks better than home Coming back from foreign lands
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Cleopa
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
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