You lie there so pretty in your green sweater
I couldn't tell you how I love to see your charming glasses
So I have talked about nothing but the weather
it was cold
Now I give thanks to God to myself or whomever
You take the best of me among the apathic common feelings
I have to tell you, this is no ordinary passion
I want to hold you
That is all I want to do
You may read my soul over and over
That wouldn't save it from being true
Why is there the need in us to depend on the others
There must be more people than love stories
But still we talk as we were friends or maybe lovers
Still so helpless
You treat me nicely and I can't forget you
But I'm not sure if I could ever love you less
Here in my head and heart your name is tatooed ever
Could I love you less
That is all I want from you
Be yourself
You may read my soul over and over
That wouldn't save it from being true
That is all I want to do
Hey yeah
You may read my soul over and over
That wouldn't save it from being true
You lie there so pretty in your green sweater
I couldn't tell you how I love to see your charming glasses
So I have talked about nothing but the weather
it was cold

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