I need your lips to taste
and I need to see your face.
I call you on the phone
to meet you all alone.
Can you meet me half way?
That's where I want to play.
You'll shoot me to the stars
keeps our love soaring far.
You tell me not tonight.
I'm okay and it's all right.
I'll stay here by myself
A trophy on a shelf.
I do know it takes time.
One fine day you'll be mine.
And that night you will see
yesterday's history.
I can still hear your voice
and what you said.
Our future is clear
and shines in our head.
- Jim Morrison
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