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I've got a way with words |
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That I hide under my breath |
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I've got away with so much |
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I'll keep from all the rest |
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I'm looking for the ear |
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I can whisper this into |
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I try to pull you near |
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But you always slip right through |
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I look around and see |
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The ones I think I know |
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And then I look at me |
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The one I've never really known |
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It's funny how the world becomes |
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The changes in myself |
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It's funny how I see my face |
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On everybody else |
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And all the little things |
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I shouldn't say in song |
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And all the pretty ones |
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I shouldn't string along |
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And the one that I have |
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And the one that I need |
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I always seem to fall between |
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I'm trying to believe |
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In another point of view |
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But I don't know myself |
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So how can I know you |
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I hope to keep in mind |
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Everyone I love |
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But I am so afraid |
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That it's me I'm thinking of |
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And all the little things |
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I shouldn't say in song |
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And all the pretty ones |
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I shouldn't string along |
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And the one that I have |
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And the one that I need |
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I always seem to fall between |
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And all the little things |
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I shouldn't say in song |
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And all the pretty ones |
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I shouldn't string along |
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And the one that I am |
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And the one that I'll be |
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I always seem to fall between |