tell me i am your santa to a christmas tree
or the atomic bomb in your heart
tell me i am better than peanut butter
with sliced bread
tell that without me soda has no fizz
and hell hath no fury
tell this attraction is illogical
beyond concepts or trivial words
give up please give up
and we can watch the moon
i'll sleep holding onto your arm
and you will know we are together
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