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[Intro]

[(?) (?), 7:10 PM.]

[Verse 1]

When I get to troubles with language

The fate of the whole world is what's at stake

I look at the liberties I take and look past those words to what's your own

And bring those words of your back home, because words are all I know

[Verse 2]

When this dialectic gets boring, I think about the words of the Mode E

If I could choose the mode I'd like to be, I'd choose to be with you

Ooh, I know, it's really not a mode per se, ooh-but so?

I'd choose it anyway, and find a new mode with every name you name

[Verse 3]

So give me a name for your hair down and coffee in your Federal Hill cafe

Just like you named the weekend of dolce days

And name my nervousness, ooh-won't you? And all my inadequacies, name them too

And just like this tape machine -- how I snaked you!

And how the Farinas say, "I sawel you" And your favorite dinner of glowing tofu

And how I'm at least 4 names ooh-to you

And how you touch all the lives you move through

And how language proves that it's YOU

Who's got a sexy mouth

You got a sexy mouth [x3]

Name it too. [x4]

[Outro]

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