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A turn of the key |
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And the door is pushed open, now |
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He walks into the room |
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But doesn't take off his coat |
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Kisses me softly |
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Without saying a word, now |
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There's that look in his eys |
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That makes me feel the cold |
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When I try to find out |
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'Bout what's troubling his mind |
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He turns away and sights |
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And says: 'give me some time" |
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Maybe things will get better |
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If I learn to be patient |
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What I wanted was love not an imitation |
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And I know it |
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We're heading for a fall |
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(for a fall |
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We're heading for a fall) |
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We lie between sheets |
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And he stares at the ceiling now |
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Me, I'm trying to sleep |
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But I'm trembling inside |
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If she is haunting his dreams |
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Then why don't he say it now? |
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Why stay if it's her that he wants in the end? |
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If he tried to explain I'd try to understand |
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Maybe I'd feel the same |
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I'm not sure of myself |
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We surrendered so soon |
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In the arms of temptation, now |
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What I wanted was love not an imitation |
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And I know it |
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We're heading for a fall |
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(for a fall |
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We're heading for a fall) |
