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So after all is said and done We're still not that much further From the place that this began But I still think we're perfect Just to be perfect is to be stupid And I'm stupidly in love I'm so in love So baby, hold your palms Four inches from your eyes I know our paths will come to an end At the same town and time I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine (?) you're sleeping And this bedroom is freezing Wind rattles your silver photo tree I make hand puppets and shadows With the light from the lamppost That crawls up your walls from Large Drive I put my thumb to my thumb And my forefingers together I create a circle to make a halo in the shadows And hold it above your shadow's head So baby, hold your palms Letras de cancionesFour inches from your eyes I know our paths will come to an end At the same town and time I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine No matter where you're walking Your feet are always Two steps ahead of your legs You'll always be the second silver spoon Needed to complete the set You said you were lonely when he went home But you'll never know And you'll never be as lonely As this useless second pillow With which I share my bed So baby, hold your palms Four inches from your eyes I know our paths will come to an end At the same town and time I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine From Letras Mania