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Now that there's nothing in the way |
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Why do we still keep |
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Keep our distance? |
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Don't you ever find it strange |
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- or is it only me? - |
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The matter of our silence? |
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Do you notice how we still |
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Skirt around the past? |
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And how we tread so gently? |
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Do you notice how we don't |
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Ever touch upon the possibility? |
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Once we lived in different towns, |
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Once you wanted to be free, |
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Still we stole ourselves a summer. |
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Do you not see me that way now? |
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Or is it that maybe |
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You think I'm still tied to another? |
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Do I read too much into |
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Things you do and say? |
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That would be just like me. |
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Am I the only one who thinks |
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Our guards are always raised |
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In each other's company? |
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I've never said a word through fear |
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Of seeing just surprise |
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Written in your eyes. |
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I've never wanted to appear |
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Foolish as I find |
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It's never crossed your mind. |
