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 |