I see through your thin cotton dress
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I don't know if we'll get dressed
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So pull by that store parking lot
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You know I've missed your lots
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Warn me of the cans and knots
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I don't need a house in Lake Michigan
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I don't need a purpose to plan within
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I just want to feel your pulse again
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Down town the exits just around
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Can't you smell our future good and well?
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I'll take you upstairs show you my bed and things
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Share all my thoughts and cares
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Here is my heart here is my soul
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You pushed me past my lonely door
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You are my everything
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September a time of in betweens
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Lazy month of nothing
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All rainy gutters rushing
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They're all true
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All the good things you say
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Will they all pass
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Quit like the clouds today?
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They'll be there in your pretty dreams
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All full of colour and sense of things
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You blow breath of life in me
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I felt this way the night before
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You pulled me from this heavy floor
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You are my everything
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You are my everything
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