It won't do
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to dream of caramel,
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to think of cinnamon
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and long for you.
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It won't do
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to stir a deep desire,
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to fan a hidden fire
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that can never burn true.
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I know your name,
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I know your skin,
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I know the way
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these things begin;
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But I don't know
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how I would live with myself,
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what I'd forgive of myself
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if you don't go.
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So goodbye,
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sweet appetite,
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no single bite
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could satisfy...
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I know your name,
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I know your skin,
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I know the way
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these things begin;
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But I don't know
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what I would give of myself,
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how I would live with myself
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if you don't go.
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It won't do
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to dream of caramel,
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to think of cinnamon
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and long
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for you.
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Caramel
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Suzanne Vega |