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I think we spend too much time |
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Talking around what we need to say |
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I think there's always been something |
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Something you've been dying to say |
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Cuz I've been dying to say this |
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But the words wont |
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They won't make their way out of my lips |
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Won't make the shape |
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I need to ask you |
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Why don't, why don't we try |
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Let's try to make what we have real |
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Cuz I laaaaaaah... |
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Oh I laahhhhh... |
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Oh I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa... |
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I doooooo. |
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I can't say it, but |
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I know that |
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I do. I think you biting your lip hides |
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Something profound that |
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I wish you'd say |
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My mind's been racing |
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My heart's been waiting |
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It just wants me to say |
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What we've been hiding away |
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But the words wont |
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They won't make their way out of my lips |
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Won't make the shape |
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I need to ask you |
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Why don't, why don't we try |
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Let's try to make what we have real |
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Cuz I laaaaaaah... |
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Oh I laahhhhh... |
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How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa... |
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I do. "It's just a word- just a single word!" |
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Telling myself that telling her |
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Is not a big thing |
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More than a word |
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It changes what she hears- what she's heard |
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What we are and what we once were |
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One of these days |
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I'm going to have to take that risk |
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If I'm going to be the man that she can see herself with |
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I can feel the weight this word can easily shift |
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Oh but I want to make it real |
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Cuz I laaaaaaah... |
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Oh I laahhhhh... |
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How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa... |
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I do. I can't say it, but |
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I know that |
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I do... |
