| I am the petal you are the stem
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| I am the aroma you are the scent
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| I am the feather you are the skin
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| I’m part of you like is the spirit to the gin
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| There maybe a cause for this time apart
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| Though there is a space, fate can’t be erased
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| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming
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| Lay on my chest, feel how I’m breathing
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| I get the chills when I start thinking
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| What it will be like
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| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming
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| Lay on my chest, feel how I’m breathing
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| I get the chills when I start thinking
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| What it will be like, what it will be like
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| You are the sailor I am the ship
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| You are the rebel, I am your risk
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| You are a fortress I am the gate
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| This is the chain that is so hard to separate
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| Will the senses not measure in the miles
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| Mirrors closeness in, what is there meanwhile
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| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming
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| Lay on my chest, feel how I’m breathing
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| I get the chills when I start thinking
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| What it will be like, what it will be like
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| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming
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| Lay on my chest, feel how I’m breathing
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| I get the chills when I start thinking
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| What it will be like, what it will be like
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| It will be like
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| You are thunder I am the sound
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| I’m buried in you as the seeds are with the ground
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| Is that your flesh am I just dreaming
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| Lay on my chest, feel how I’m breathing
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| I get the chills when I start thinking
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| What it will be like, what it will be like
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| It will be like
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| Is that your flesh, lay on my chest
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| I get the chills when I start thinking |