warm, aren't they? those hands of yours
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touch my shoulder until I melt
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it'll become so not even words will come out
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take me along to the dawn sky
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like a ship curving in the flow
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the fingers passing through my hair
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carry me off before it ends as a quiet dream
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A million years with you only seems like a day
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(You know your love takes me away)
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pass through the red clouds being dyed by the setting sun
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(Baby, won't you show me the way)
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I want you to stay at the end of the dream
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the day the puzzle was solved
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I want to feel those hands more than anything...
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if my hands and your hands
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intertwine like they're tied
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the mysterious freedom is endless
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I begin to wake with a transparent breath
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the heart body which were defiled by
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these hands until today let it all pass away
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in lighting the soul that had gone out
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it's just a prayer that I want you to come
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La la la decorate the night sky with the moon
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from this place soaked in tears
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(Baby, won't you steal me away)
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*I want you to stay at the end of the dream
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Baby can't you see I want it to come true
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I want to feel those hands more than anything*
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open to page 3 Rorschach, blood, sweat and tears
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I've spilled in the past memory escape
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sometime, one day is a like million years just listen
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therefore one second is about 11 and a half years
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I be the paraclet mathematically feelings like turbulence
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erasing even the after image running around
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the feel of the palm playing a chanson
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walking on the moon with mellifluent verbiage
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the thing left behind by the incident that time that place is tangible
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so useless explanation for you I'd give an arm and a leg
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electronic mail from me predominantly
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you should be able to hear my voice faintly
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this earth minus you, ain't got fruit
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your whole style's like a sun
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no denial, so may dreams come true
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cantankerous onslaught of controversy and policy
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the most minimal, indivisible can't be divided
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you & I, that's the quotient
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