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I want to get from this modest thing |
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And I expect some persuading |
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Then I might lose everything |
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Maybe my mind |
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And I'm coy and embarrassed too |
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And ashamed I'm in love with you |
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And for all I've done to you trying again |
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My bouncing head it shakes |
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And my feelings are reeling |
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That's when my heart |
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It breaks like your car |
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Before my sense hits the floor again |
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Better lock up my door again |
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As the hope drowning medicine flows in your arms |
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From the look that you gave to me |
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I could tell there was empathy |
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As my self-spurning chemistry |
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Tries once again |
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I never said a word |
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About your flirting |
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Your smirking |
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I know this thinking has pulled me apart |
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Behind the windows of my mind |
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Lurks a fear of womenkind |
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'Cause I never got valentines |
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Just like all the rest |
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Just one more reminder |
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Of the liar |
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I admire |
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This kind of blindness |
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Makes sense |
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But you've scared me with your friends |
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And your fears |
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And tears |
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I'm asking you to lend me your hands |
