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If I Ever Get Out of This Place
I'll bring you lemons with your tea I'll kiss your eyes 'til they open to see another morning if I ever get out of this place
I'll part the curtains to let the sunlight in and watch the shadows melt from your skin I will see this if I ever get out of this place
And when you leave my arms to work in some high-rise I will walk the streets and search in strangers' eyes for the secret there that always hid from me the one that lets you all move in harmony
and when you come home to sit by my side I'll have learned nothing but at least I tried I won't stop searching if I ever get out of this place
No I won't hate the ones who put me here that there may be no God will be my only fear I will not tear the air like some unchained beast I'll have no sharpened stones in those pockets filled with peace
And then I'll love you like a symphony And come the morning the first thing that I'll see will be your sleeping face if I ever get out of this place |
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