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Everyone longs to be loved. |
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What can I say to that? |
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But the door to the heart is open and shut |
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Like the warmth of your breath. |
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Everyone longs to be heard, |
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But we tend to get caught in the noise. |
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Oh, what I'd give, how far I'd search, |
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Just to hear your voice. |
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If this was our last dance, |
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I'd wait in the rain |
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Just to see your face. |
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If this was our last chance, |
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I'd ask you to stay |
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For one last dance. |
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I'm not afraid of dying. |
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There's too much to miss in life, |
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But I can't begin to even imagine |
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You not by my side. |
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I'm not afraid of tomorrow. |
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Tomorrow, I'm afraid, won't change. |
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And if we're consumed with counting each hour, |
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What's left of today? |
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If this was our last dance, |
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I'd wait in the rain |
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Just to see your face. |
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If this was our last chance, |
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I'd ask you to stay |
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For one last dance. |
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Close your eyes. |
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Close your eyes. |
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I am here. |
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I am here. |
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If this was our last dance, |
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I'd wait in the rain |
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Just to see your face. |
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If this was our last chance, |
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I'd ask you to stay |
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For one last dance. |
