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Your lines of symetry stand a little taller then most as your head gently slams the metal door with underpaid workers cleaning the floor You sleep so close to me that I can hear your dreams and they unfold inside your sleepy mind You sleep so far away, I can hear your music play as you drift into a dream about a better life and we only get a little time each day You've doubled checked the charts, star sign crossed  bleeding hearts You tell me about your life, and how it was always moving parts, and how sedentary sitting is stifling, but your lips are so inviting, I just can't seem to keep mine away It doesn't rain on this island as much as it would, somewhere else that I once loved and  I don't think you sing half as much as you should, and I don't think you write half as much as you could if you were somewhere else with me
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
You don't write or sing half as much as you should
Your lines of symetry stand a little taller then most as your head gently slams the metal door with underpaid workers cleaning the floor You sleep so close to me that I can hear your dreams and they unfold inside your sleepy mind You sleep so far away, I can hear your music play as you drift into a dream about a better life and we only get a little time each day You've doubled checked the charts, star sign crossed  bleeding hearts You tell me about your life, and how it was always moving parts, and how sedentary sitting is stifling, but your lips are so inviting, I just can't seem to keep mine away It doesn't rain on this island as much as it would, somewhere else that I once loved and  I don't think you sing half as much as you should, and I don't think you write half as much as you could if you were somewhere else with me
You have the most beautiful voice
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
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