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If I told you a scret |
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something I wouldn't normally do |
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something people might frown upon |
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would you |
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if I kissed you discreetly |
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would it mean you'd laugh in my face |
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would you tell me I'm going crazy |
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would you |
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sideway glances |
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to no avail |
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opportunities that are |
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destined to fail |
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the love that I've tried to hide |
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won't accept it's hiding place |
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won't accept it's dying without a trace |
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without ever having shown itself to you |
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would you |
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this longing buried inside |
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so much more than a mere and mortal sin |
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what's the use never knowing |
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what could have been |
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if I came around then would you let me in |
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would you |