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How we dance when there is no one looking Whispering marmalade cream as we watch boats of steam Drift towards a not so distant infinity Praise the one your with, even when they've gone away I think the question where there are no straight answers Are the one's that I seem to be better at At least there are questions still to be had For if there wasn't, we would all go mad I have these hats Some brown, some polka-dotted, some grey You have those eyes that stare at me In a musical genius that are present But secretly say they wish to go away Oh', you know were broke down We got not style to call our own And I'm lonely here without you This night I'm in doesn't seem to be ending And I'm too tired to invent a beginning Movement of a heart don't mean its beating Love's absence still holds a fragrance I got life, some days more than others Don't worry about where I'll be There will always be another Let me whisper in your ear Let me dare you to get near What I want Isn't me with you Or you with me What I want Is for the sun to rise The snow to melt And for the door to open Without key
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
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How we dance when there is no one looking Whispering marmalade cream as we watch boats of steam Drift towards a not so distant infinity Praise the one your with, even when they've gone away I think the question where there are no straight answers Are the one's that I seem to be better at At least there are questions still to be had For if there wasn't, we would all go mad I have these hats Some brown, some polka-dotted, some grey You have those eyes that stare at me In a musical genius that are present But secretly say they wish to go away Oh', you know were broke down We got not style to call our own And I'm lonely here without you This night I'm in doesn't seem to be ending And I'm too tired to invent a beginning Movement of a heart don't mean its beating Love's absence still holds a fragrance I got life, some days more than others Don't worry about where I'll be There will always be another Let me whisper in your ear Let me dare you to get near What I want Isn't me with you Or you with me What I want Is for the sun to rise The snow to melt And for the door to open Without key
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ashby-brown
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
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