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WORLD OUTSIDE
I don't want to think about the world outside
I don't want to think about the precious few
I just want to stay in this cosy room
And concentrate my thoughts on you
Got a handkerchief in my pocket jeans
Gonna wipe it all across your brow
I know that it ain't hot in here
But we keep sweatin' anyhow
Oh, and I love when you come around
Oh, I was lost. Now I'm found.
I don't mind your riddles.
They're something I appreciate.
You swear our luck comes in threes.
All numbers add up to eight.
I stay away from the window pane
Too many bitter memories.
Your sweet breath covers me like rain
Consequently I burn and freeze.
© 2003 S.Kiely
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