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I don't want to say, "I love you" |
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That would give away too much |
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It's hip to be detached and precious |
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The only thing you feel is vicious |
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I don't want to say, "I want you" |
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Even though I want you so much |
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It's wrapped up in conversation |
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It's whispered in a hush |
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Though I'm frightened by the words |
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Think it's time I made it heard |
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CHORUS |
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No more empty self-possession |
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Visions swept under the mat |
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It's no New Year's resolution |
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It's more than that |
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Now, I wake up happy |
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Warm in a lover's embrace |
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No one else can touch us |
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While we're in this place |
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So I'll sing it to the world |
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This simple message to my girl |
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CHORUS |
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Though I'm frightened by the words |
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Think it's time I made it heard |
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So I'll sing it to the world |
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A simple message to my girl |
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CHORUS |
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Oh, there's nothing quite as real |
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As the touch of your sweet hand |
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I can't spend the rest of my life |
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Buried in the sand |
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Oh, every night I hear you call my name |
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I'm gonna sleep in my thoughts that roam |
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Oh, every night to express my pain |
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But I won't get wrapped in your tomb |
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No, I don't care, I don't care why you've gone now |
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And every night sings the same song, same song |
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I hear hear humming in my sleep |
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I don't want to say |
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I don't want to say |
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I can't spend the rest of my life |
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Buried in the sand |
