(Claude S.)
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You turn your eyes into mine
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and I can see my cold reflection,
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smiling as if everything was faltering.
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I could touch your skin so softly, as
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the breath of winter calls me 'innocent.'
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I hear you laughing...
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I hear you crying...
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As I watch your lips are moving,
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saying words that bring me closer.
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If I shut my ears I hear them,
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echoing as if they were inside my head.
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I hear you laughing...
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I hear you crying...
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I don't care about what they said,
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all I want is to do is hold your hand,
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see this through to the very end,
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never count the hours we've spent
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as innocent.
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If I smile, I weep inside...
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If I laugh, I'm really frowning...
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