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I walk the tightrope |
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and tell you I love you |
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Even if you don't |
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Even if you don't |
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I'll say the words that I long to hear |
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"I hold you so dear" |
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I hold my breath in the moments that follow |
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Even though you don't |
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Even though you don't |
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And then you speak so soft I can't hear a word that |
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you are saying |
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(what are you saying?) |
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She's singing songs of passion |
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She's singing songs of silence |
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Her words are bolts of lightning: |
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"What do you see when you look at me? |
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Am I the one or am I just another |
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androgynous friend in the passing |
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How weak am I? |
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When I'm not in your bed |
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Do I still figure in your head |
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Do you think of me in the night |
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when you can't sleep?" |
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And she's singing: |
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"I can never be with you" |
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I walk the tightrope |
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and tell you I love you |
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Even if you don't |
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Even if you don't |
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I'll say the words that I long to hear |
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"I hold you so dear" |