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(dick/usher/boult/simmonds) |
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There's something i want to ask you |
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Before it's too late, |
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It's been on my mind since the first time we met |
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It scares me now more, now there's more at stake, |
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It seems we're so close yet so far away. |
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Could you turn me down gently would i |
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Be out of order, |
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If i declared my true feelings or do i |
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Act out the part, |
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Of the father confessor of the shoulder to cry on |
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We're always so close yet so far away |
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Chorus: what would you do if i got down |
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On my knees to you |
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Would you hold it against me, |
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Would you stand in line? |
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What would you do if i |
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Opened my heart to you, |
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Would i be another who's wasting his time, |
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Darling are we just good friends? |
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Do i really need to ask you |
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I'm sure that you know by now, |
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Do we just play a game where we try to pretend, |
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That all that's between us is all that's between us, |
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And all we can rely on is just being good friends. |
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(chorus) |
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So are we left to chance meetings, |
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Is that all we can depend on? |
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Resigned to raise glasses in anonymous cafes, |
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Reciting our failures as if we needed |
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Proof or regret, |
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Over what might have |
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And what should have been, darling, are we just good friends? |
