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from Wounded Eyes

(music/lyrics by benjamin)

Next time I'm lying here with you
You should count your blessings like
you asked me to
and all the pain that you put both of us through will be

Wasting all this time is a farse
goodnights without you are about
as sparse as the ski resorts in Kirabati
this peace and quiet inside my house
when i am

Screamin at the top of my lungs
Singin just to bring you back home
and I'm sick of all the nights by myself
I'm sick of all the times that I have to
Sleep alone

Next time youre lookin right at me
With desire in your eyes that is
clear to see
I will wrap you up in my arms
prove to you the sparks still there
run my fingers through your hair

In my Mazda X 6 well who gives
a damn about the music she picks
cause I am fixed by lookin
in her eyes and here we
are longin for a rest stop

Breathing all the air in our lungs
Such a tangled web that we've spun
and I'm loving every moment of this
I'm loving all the passion thats inside
Of our kiss

As we lay here just caressing
Its undressing all our love
Its like we are ressurecting
don't expect me
to be done by the mornin, done by
the evening done by the weekend baby

We were breathing all the air in out lungs
Whisperin the love with our tounges
and I'm lovin every moment of this
I'm lovin all the passion thats inside
Of our kiss

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