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Your sweet little hands |
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Brush right past me |
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Sometimes you don't understand |
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Why you can't reach |
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I bite when |
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I don't want to bend |
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How silent |
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I can beSo she is silent too |
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She's the one who saw my words |
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Broken, torn at the seams |
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And broken words were all she heard |
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Now she's walking away from me |
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And some never meant |
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And some meant well |
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The difference between us is so |
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Hard to tell |
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And I was so shaken but now |
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All I seeIs everything she meant to me |
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And she's the one who saw my words |
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Broken, torn at the seams |
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And broken words were all she heard |
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Now she's walking away |
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She's the one who saw my words |
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Broken, torn at the seams |
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And broken words were all she heard |
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Now she's walking away |
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And she's the one who saw my words |
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Broken, torn at the seams |
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And broken words were all she heard |
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Now she's walking away |
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And broken words were all she heard |
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Now she's walking away |
