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Sunday, 25 May 2014
03:56:05 AM (GMT)
Well, I met you at the blood bank
 We were looking at the bags
 Wondering if any of the colors
 Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

 You said, see look that's yours
 Stacked on top with your brother's
 See how the resemble one another
 Even in their plastic little covers

 And I said I know it well
 That secret that you knew but don't know how to tell
 It fucks with your honor and it teases your head
 But you know that it's good girl
 'Cause its running you with red

 Then the snow started falling
 We were stuck out in your car
 You were rubbing both of my hands
 Chewing on a candy bar

 You said, ain't this just like the present
 To be showing up like this?
 As a moon waned to crescent
 We started to kiss

 And I said I know it well
 That secret that we know that we don't know how to tell
 I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks
 What's that noise up the stairs, babe?
 Is that Christmas morning creaks?

 And I know it well, I know it well
 And I know it well, I know it
 And I know it, I know it
 And I know it, I know it 

-Bon Iver

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