Stay with me
When minutes have turned into age
Shape of your lips means glee
I'm not gonna turn up the page
Chorus
My skin's keeping warm of touch
Not allowed to get colder
Your slim uniform is a clutch
Squeezing my heart bolder
Slay your fear
Do not be afraid overmuch
can't keep my emotions' weir
From falling down on a crutch.
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