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Yours is the kind of smile
That hits me like a bullet to the chest
And makes me want to kiss you
Yours is the kind of touch
That makes me shiver
And turns my tongue to whispering sickly silver
Yours is the kind of laugh
That takes me in its arms when I can share it
And wraps its cold fingers around my throat
When I can't
And if I stop to think about it
We've reached that point
When I could take your sudden silence to mean
Nothing
Or Everything -
When you're nearly too old to play these games with me...
Yours is the kind of song
That grabs me by the heart and squeezes
And makes me want to
Dance
Laugh
Cry
Smile
Wipe away my tears,
Take a deep breath
And sing along
I wish I knew the words.
