Youre the late night tussle Youre the rumble in my room Its the mix of muscle And the wind on the dunes That makes me want you If you wanted a well Through the break and bramble I could get caught in it And make the least of your day In my own way Oh, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know I wont be misplaced No, I know, I know, I know I wont be misplaced But if I leave the land a second too soon Would you pull apart the dark and leave from the room I called the wandering stars the wandering June Later then around the dark Id settle for moon Theres no serve for prefix That binds to your name It gets my tongue tied, twisted Like a snow fall in May Theres just no way Oh, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know I wont be misplaced No, I know, I know, I know I wont be misplaced
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