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Written by |
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C. Sandford. |
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I can see we're thinkin' bout the same things |
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And I can see your expression when the phone rings |
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We both know there's something happening here |
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There's no sense in dancing round the subject |
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A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect |
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Don't turn around there's nothing here to fear |
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You can talk to me |
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Talk to me |
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You can talk to me |
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You can set your secrets free, baby |
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Dusty words lying under carpets |
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Seldom heard well must you keep your secrets |
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Locked inside hidden safe from view |
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Was it all that hard |
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Is it all that tough |
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Well, I've shown you all my cards now isn't that enough |
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You can hide your hurt |
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But, there's something you can do |
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You can talk to me |
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Talk to me talk to me |
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When you're down |
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Talk to me |
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Tttt talk to me |
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Though we lay face to face and cheek to cheek |
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Our voices stray from the common ground where they could meet |
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The walls run high, to veil a swelling tear |
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Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free |
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You can break their bounds, cause you're safe with me |
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You can lose your doubt, cause you'll find no danger here |
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You can talk to me |
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Talk to me |
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You can talk to me |
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You can set your secrets free, baby |
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I can see your expression when the phone rings |
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And I can see that you're thinkin' bout the same things |
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Is it all that hard |
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Is it all that tough |
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Well, you've taken all there is now baby |
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Isn't that enough |
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Well, I can see you bayb, |
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I can see you runnin' |
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Talk to me |