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Your hands on my skin
Should I let myself fall in
Never again, now I wear my heart on my cardigan
I guess it gets to you after a while
Call me in the morning
We could go grab a coffee
Will it be the same then?
Will you be the same as yesterday?
Call me in the morning
I’ll meet you by the coffee-shop
Will you be the same then?
Will I be the same again?
I won’t ever be the same
After you, oh