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Baby, we could talk about it
And talk until we’re dead
I love you to your heart and back
I love you to the top of your head
Or maybe we won’t say anything
And sit in silence instead
Your eyes that house a thousand suns
Your mouth that holds a thousand guns
You pick me up, and dust me off
And tell me I’m better off
Never being lonely again