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You move your hand
Toward your mouth
You turn away
The secret plays
Between your fingertips
You turn away
I touch you soft
We skip a beat
The trouble's made
An extra breath
The willingness against you
Trouble's made
Catch me, I've fallen in too deeply
Angel,
I'm trying to keep my wits about me
In a wink you shed your modesty
Completly
Catch me, I'm falling in too deeply
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