| Taking the time to |
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Know each |
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Other |
| Not hurrying it or
forcing it |
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Letting it all |
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Unfold in its own |
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Time |
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| No other way to |
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True |
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Love |
| No way to |
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Make it come |
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Any sooner than it |
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Will |
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| Lots of days spent |
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Playing |
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Together |
| Lots of nights
spent talking |
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Opening up to |
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Each |
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Other |
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| Such a slow way but
the |
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Only |
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Way |
| Everything
worthwhile |
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Takes time |
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Doesn't come |
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Easy |
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| Got to share lots
of |
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Laughter |
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Tears |
| Learn to hold hands |
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Be there |
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For the |
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Other |
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| Lust comes so easy
it's not |
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Hard to be |
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Mislead |
| Overcome in the |
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Heat |
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Of the |
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Moment |
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| Easy to grow
impatient |
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Letting lonely
nights |
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Overwhelm us |
| Wanting so much for
an |
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End to the |
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Empty |
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Days |
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