LA is hot as fuck
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And Manchester is about to freeze
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You're on your way to the mail
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To get a letter from me
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And as of our separation
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At the Ancienne Belgique
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I rock you every night
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In a bed across the sea
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Words are all we have for touch
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They are our fingers
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And I love our words so much
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Write your lips to kiss me now
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And I can taste you as I read your words out loud
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You rise and start your day
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With toast and black tea
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While I'm in the still of night and pushing back sleep
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And I ride the hands of the clock
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Till they fall upon three
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And drop me in our virtual garden for eleven seas
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Words are all we have for touch
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They are our fingers and I love our words so much
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And write your hands between my legs
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And I can feel you as the words jump from the page
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The sky is bruised
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It's a lusty dusk
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With lovers rouge
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Wet with sap and musk
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Under you
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Under dream spell dust
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And it's true
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And I know that I must
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And with you
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I immediately trust
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And it's so
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That I fell at first blush
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And it's snowing in Australia
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Just now your letter came
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And the pages did say
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That you'll fly from your home to mine
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On January 8th
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And just now I find that I can just barely wait
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And from now until that time
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I'm counting down the days
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Words are all we have for touch
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They are our fingers and I love our words so much
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And write yourself inside me now
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And I can feel you as the words come pouring out
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Words are all we have for touch
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They are our fingers and I love our words so much
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Write your dreams out line by line
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And I will stitch them in this heart of mine
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It's me
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I'm in Australia
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Bed Across The Sea
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Jesca Hoop |