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My foot fell asleep. My ankle followed her lead to my leg bone's connected to my hip connected to her hip...well, practically. My heart goes...for you. You've got a box full of quarters and a spoon full of sugar so we're ready for our misadventures. You pack your tambourine and we'll live off the royalties of lullabies we write and sell to underprivileged nurseries. My heart goes...for you. And we'll keep singing... Im seeing stars and cartoon birds circling my head like an anvil wrinkled me...so this is love? All I've got up my sleeve is love and I know that's good enough for you, for us From Letras Mania