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You ask me if I love you |
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And I choke on my reply |
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I'd rather hurt you honestly |
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Than mislead you with a lie |
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For who am I to judge you |
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In what you say or do |
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I'm only just beginning |
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To see the real you |
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And sometimes when we touch |
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The honesty's too much |
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And I have to close my eyes |
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And hide |
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I want to hold you till I die |
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Till we both break down and cry |
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides |
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Romance's an honest strategy |
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Leaves me battling with my pride |
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But through the insecurity |
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Some tenderness survives |
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I'm just another writer |
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Still trapped within my truth |
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A hesitant prize-fighter |
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Still trapped within my youth |
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At times I'd like to break you |
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And drive you to your knees |
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At times I'd like to break through |
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And hold you endlessly |
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At times I understand you |
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And I know how hard you try |
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I've watched while love commands you |
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And I've watched love pass you by |
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At times I think we're drifters |
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Still searching for a friend |
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A brother or a sister |
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But then the passion flares again |
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