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-What's your idea of heaven?

-With him, this morning, having coffee.

Everything that's broke

Leave it to the breeze

Why don't you be you

And I'll be me?

Bring me a glass of your finest wine

I wanna dance til the morning time

Now that it's clear to see

It was all in front of me

And I'm right where I'm supposed to be

It was the strangest night

Fever in the air, the moon unnaturally bright

I asked you

"Is it alright if I put my hand right here?"

You said

"You can do anything you like with me"