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My hands are clenched, |
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Clenched so tight, |
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Closely to your delicate arms. |
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I'm holding on for dear life, |
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And trying not to cause any harm. |
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And when she moves right by me, |
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The only thing I see, |
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Is the fleeting thought of romance, |
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And the subtleties of peace. |
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I'm not supposed to be here, |
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Or is this honestly how it's supposed to be? |
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It's supposed to be, |
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No it's supposed to be |
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It's supposed to be oh. |
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How can she walk away so fast |
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How come the future never lasts? |
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I knew I'd always question why |
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But I know love will take some time. |
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It's not a question, but a thought |
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Of what you have not what you've lost. |
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And through time everything will change |
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And we will give our love a name. |
