when we meet again
my bones will ache
my muscles shake
my blood will rush
my face will flush
when we meet again
your eyes will drop
my heart will stop
the time will show
your hair has grown
we are alone, now
oh, i want you some
but oh,
the things you've done
oh, you love me some
but oh
you son of a gun
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