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It had to be

I had to know you to let you go, you said.
It had to be in this way, you repeated while were next to each other.
Why you never asked before, you continued while holding my hand.
And it is the way, I thought while you were speaking in fast German, just for yourself. 
It had to be while you are leaving, it had to be just now.
It had to be in the corridor, it was your lazy moment.
It had to be just one coffee, it had to be one kiss.
It had to be in your sweet Spanish, and it had to be one more kiss.
It had to be in your blue eyes and in that crazy smile it had to be.
It had to be just one more drink, in your place or in mine it had to be. 
They were a thousand of things after the door.
It was just no blouse, it was out of jeans, and it was just your shyness while naked it had to be.
It was just do fuck me, it was I really liked that, it was all while I almost forgot your name.
It was just one more time and later one more. 
And it is how it supposed to be.
 Just to see you brighter the next morning and to talk about I don't know what.
It was just like the sweetest dream of the spring, that way it had to be, while I'm keeping my eyes closed to think that just like that it had to be.

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