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Don't make me speak in a new language |
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Just let me tell you the way that I feel about you |
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I sure don't want to offend anyone |
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But if you take away my words |
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How can I tell you the truth |
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An old-fashioned boy and a modern girl |
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And the way that we talk turns our heads around |
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Your passion is real when I'm in your arms |
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But when we speak it gets watered down |
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I know I'm not very articulate |
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And I can't express myself innocuously |
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But what I say, it comes from the heart |
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Must you distort the real meaning |
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Don't make me speak in a new language |
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Just let me tell you the way that I feel about you |
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I sure don't want to offend anyone |
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But if you take away my words |
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How can I tell you the truth |
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I know it's been said that talk is cheap |
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But we know the power it really has |
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Must it be rigid and so benign |
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Can't it be free and efficacious |
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Don't make me speak in a new language |
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Just let me tell you the way that I feel about you |
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I sure don't want to offend anyone |
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But if you take away my words |
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How can I tell you the truth |
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Don't make me speak in a new language |
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Just let me tell you the way that I feel about you |
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I sure don't want to offend anyone |
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But if you take away my words |
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How can I tell you the truth |
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Please don't take away my words |
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Just let me tell you the truth |
