You're the late night tussle
You're the rumble in my room
It's the mix of muscle
And the wind on the dunes
That makes me want you
If you wanted a well
Through the break and bramble
I could get caught in it
And make the least of your day
In my own way
Oh, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
No, I know, I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
But if I leave the land a second too soon
Would you pull apart the dark and leave from the room
I called the wandering stars the wandering June
Later then around the dark I'd settle for moon
There's no serve for prefix
That binds to your name
It gets my tongue tied, twisted
Like a snow fall in May
There's just no way
Oh, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
No, I know, I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
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