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I am walking past the sprinklers and the newly painted porches |
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And the lemonade stand girls on a suburban afternoon |
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I am leaving cuz I love you, I am leaving cuz I don't |
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And I am hoping you will follow, and I'm praying that you won't |
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Let me go |
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I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes |
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But I still crave your approval, and I'm helpless when you criticize, criticize |
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Cuz it's written on your body -- it's on the tip of your tongue |
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The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun |
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The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye |
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The way that you linger |
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The way that you lie |
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You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked |
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But I'd decorate the threshold just in case you knocked |
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What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know |
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And who I might be in the corners I will never ever ever ever show |
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Never show |
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Cuz it's written on my body -- it's on the tip of my tongue |
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The look in my eyes, in the glare of the sun |
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The touch of my cold fingers, when I say goodbye |
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The way that I linger |
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The way that I lie |
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Who said that love would linger who said that love would last |
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When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past |
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I don't think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure |
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When with every altercation you were showing me the door |
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Well here I go, here I go, here I go... |
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Cuz it's written on our bodies -- it's on the tip of our tongues |
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The look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun |
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The touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye |
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The way that we linger |
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The way that we lie |
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The touch of your fingers |
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The look in your eyes |
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The way we accuse |
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The way we deny |
