Yes it's me I am the one To make you see Where we belong I was shaking Like a leaf All wrapped up In my dirty sheets If I agree To what comes next I would be faking With the best of them It seems a crime I would commit Without the difference Of all the world's gifts
Sweet sweet sweet Could you taste it
Never never never Never never never Taste it
To dream All the time Without a scream In the dead of night All those faces Come back to me I'll be begging To swim that sea
Yes I made A picture story Make you cry In all your glory A need to quench The thirst of many To justify And make ready
Sweet sweet sweet Could you taste it
This realization Owes us strength to show If you're uncertain You're invited to believe These are the words I speak These are the words I speak
A dislocation ]from where we once came from Give sons and daughters Because we want to go on
These are the words she speaks These are the words she speaks
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