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This is the sweetest moment,
this is what we both wanted;
we are the same
but we're so different.

I untie your shoe laces,
we touch each other's faces.
We start to sweat,
and the sky turns red.

Tell me that you know
life's not fair:
if we're gonna make it
then we're halfway there;
tell me that you know
that I really care,
I swear.

Let's melt the sugar,
under the meteor shower,
on the hottest night
in July;

A sticky altar:
there's nothing but a towel
spread out
as we both lie;
let's melt the sugar.

It's melting on our faces,
it's running down our places
that we both hide
in the dark tonight.

This is the way we do things:
sponatenous,
exciting;
I wish the world
was always
this inviting.

Tell me that you know
life's not fair:
if we're gonna make it
then we're halfway there;
tell me that you know
that I really care,
I swear.

Let's melt the sugar,
under the meteor shower,
on the hottest night
in July;

A sticky altar:
there's nothing but a towel
spread out
as we both lie.

Tell me that you know
life's not fair:
if we're gonna make it
then we're halfway there;
tell me that you know
that I really care,
I swear.

Let's melt the sugar,
under the meteor shower,
on the hottest night
in July;

A sticky altar:
there's nothing but a towel
spread out
as we both lie.

Let's melt the sugar;
let's melt the sugar;
let's melt the sugar.