Tom: F
intro
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If I could, I would fix our wrists together
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In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart
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But impossibility knows nothing of compromise
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And hope can only take us so far
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C F
Tracing your outline in my sheets
C F
Painting your face on my pillow
C F
Faking going to sleep so i can
C F
Fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles
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If I could I would, rest our cheeks together
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So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth
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And kisses could act as punctuation and i would pray and wait
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For periods and exclamation points
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C F
Tracing your outline in my sheets
C F
Painting your face on my pillow
C F
Faking going to sleep so i can
C F
Fake waking up to you
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my hands are tied........
C F
Tracing your outline in my sheets
C F
Painting your face on my
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Faking going to sleep so i can
C F
Fake waking up to you
