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Maybe I’m the bastard romantic who will watch you sleep

I never had anybody before you to teach me anything of love

Maybe you’re the constant reminder of what I’ve gained

Before you came around

I was a kid in the crowd without a name

But now I have everything

And I still want more

Until I hear the trumpet sound

Until my body is in the ground

(I want more) Until I finally find the source

I want more

I want more

I want more

Maybe I’m the bastard romantic who will watch you dream

As a kid my father could never admit to loving me

So now I pour my heart out despite losing all control

And I’m afraid to speak

Cause it goes deeper than my words can go

All I know

Is I want more

Until I hear the trumpet sound (More)

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Until I finally find the source

I want more

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Too cautious to commit

I always felt inadequate

But since I felt the warmth of love

I chase the sun (I chase the sun)

'Til we become one

We want more

We are young but only once (more)

We want to drink from life and love (more)

Until we finally get enough

Until we finally get enough

We want more

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