yes i want you
more than ever
eve, yes i want you
if that can be believed
yes i want you
and i must have felt this
forever
first and last are meaningless
forever
here in whoever's bed this is
that's the trouble with making love
on a hill above our town
i can hear you breathe
on a hill about our town
we can never leave
if practice makes perfect
we can practice all night long
if practice
makes it worth it
we can practice all alone
forever
time and space are meaningless
forever
here in whoever's bed this is
that's the trouble with making love
on a hill above our town i can hear you breathe
on a hill above our town we can never leave

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