| You ask me if I love you
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| And I choke on my reply
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| I’d rather hurt you honestly
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| Than mislead you with a lie
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| For who am I to judge you
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| In what you say or do
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| I’m only just beginning
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| To see the real you
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| And sometimes when we touch
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| The honesty’s too much
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| And I have to close my eyes
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| And hide
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| I wanna hold you till I die
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| Till we both break down and cry
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| I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
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| Romance’s an honest strategy
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| Leaves me grappling with my pride
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| But through the years of maturity
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| Some tenderness survives
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| I’m just another writer
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| Still trapped within my truth
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| A hesitant prize-fighter
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| Still trapped within my youth
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| At times I’d like to break you
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| And drive you to your knees
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| At times I’d like to break through
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| And hold you endlessly
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| At times I understand you
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| And I know how hard you try
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| I’ve watched whil love commands you
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| And I’ve watched love pass you by At times I think we’re drifters
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| Still searching for a friend
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| A brother or a sister
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| But then the passion flares again… |