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I freeze my hands as I close the door |
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To wait in line so I can wait some more |
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And it's true what they say about love |
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Yes, it's true what they say about life |
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And I'm taking it for all it's worth |
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I watch the numbers register on the postal scale |
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I think of your hands and calculate |
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How a man desired feels the weight of a letter |
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It's true what they say about me |
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That I'm out of my mind but I think that you like it |
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So take the chance, be reckless with me |
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'Cause I'm real life |
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And you're real life |
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And we're real life |
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We're real life |
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Is it pleasing? |
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Six hundred thousand miles and all this solitude? |
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I know what is pleasing |
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What I'll find beneath your new pair of glasses |
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I've never included a name in a song |
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But I'm changing my ways for you, Jonathan |
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I need you to know |
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I need you to know that I'm real life |
