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This could quite be
My last confession
We savor our lives
For something special
Maybe you can see
That baby there’s nothing better than you and me
A lost, lost touch
Two souls never in a rush
Lovers would cry
People would die
For a bliss like this
My blood is so warm
My hands are cold
My patience is sound
The blossoming beauty never grows old
There’s so much to say
Locked in the sweat of your palms when you pray
I’ve made up my mind
the pie in the sky
Is a bliss like this
Is a bliss like this
Is a bliss like this
Is a bliss like this
And though it may seem strange
After a long long hard day
To question your sought out ambitions
And wonder which way
And i say
This could quite be
My last confession
We savor our lives
For something special
Maybe you can see
That baby there’s nothing better than you and me
A lost, lost touch
Two souls never in a rush
Lovers would cry
People would die
For a bliss like this
For a bliss like this
For a bliss like this
For a bliss like this