The purity in dreaming,
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the meantime is a quarentine,
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suppose there is no difference
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and phone sex is eternal love
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the promise in our yearning
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the meantime is a quarentine
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and the body parts can mix
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when you fail to make her hard
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and you'll never find out if this ones love
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once you've dried out a river
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And you'll never found out if this one's love
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So take my heart in the mean time
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Our dreams in holding patters
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And the mean time is a quarantine
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And i'm the one comparing
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My having you tonight
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And you'll never found out if this one's love
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Caressing some other lover
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And you'll never found out if this one's love
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So take my heart in the mean time
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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In sexual positions
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We never got to try and i
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I see lovers in the swing door
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Entangled, in space
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And you'll never found out if this one's love
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Once you've tried out a lover
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And you'll never found out if this one's love
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So take my heart in the mean time
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Will the next love be the real one
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Meantime
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Imogen Heap |