The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thurst toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the tripping of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that
hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
And rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You 're lie awake in my bed
My love is alive-not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with trappings of love
And I 've dropped out
I've burned up
I've fought my way back from the dead
I 've tuned it,turned on,
remember the things that you said
The greatest fan of your life
...greatest fan of your life
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