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You ask me if I love you |
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and I choke on my reply |
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I'd rather hurt you honestly |
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than mislead you with a lie |
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And who am I to judge you |
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in what you say or do |
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I'm only just beginning |
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to see the real you |
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And sometimes when we touch |
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the honesty's too much |
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and I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold you till I die |
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till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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Romance and all it's strategy |
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leaves me battling with my pride |
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But through all the insecurity |
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some tenderness survives |
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I'm just another writer |
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still trapped within my truth |
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A hesitant prize fighter |
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still trapped within my youth |
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And sometimes when we touch |
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the honesty's too much |
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and I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold you till I die |
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till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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At times I'd like to break you |
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and drive you to your knees |
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At times I'd like to break through |
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and hold you endlessly |
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At times I understand you |
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and I know how hard you try |
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I watched while love commands you |
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and I've watched love pass you by |
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At times I think we're drifters |
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still searching for a friend |
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a brother or a sister |
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but then the passion flares again |
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And sometimes when we touch |
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the honesty's too much |
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and I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I want to hold ya till I die |
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till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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Subsides |
