In these sheets still warm with dream
We could be anyone it seems
You really remind me of someone i knew
You remind me of someone who drew
A heart in my dust
Only love makes us real
But not the kind you buy or steal
All the dusty hearts we'll make
Don't make up for the ones we'll break
All that lingers are dirty fingers
Pounding hearts aren't
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