| When did respect first become affection?
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| When did affection suddenly soar?
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| What a strange and beautiful touch
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| That I love him so much, when I didn’t before
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| When did I fall in love? |
| What night? |
| Which day?
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| When did I first begin to feel this way?
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| How could the moment pass unfelt, ignored?
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| Where was the blinding flash? |
| Where was the crashing chord?
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| When did I fall in love? |
| I can’t recall
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| Not that it matters at all
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| It doesn’t matter when, or why, or how
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| As long as I love him now
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| Out of the house ten seconds, and I miss him
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| I miss him more with each goodbye
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| Out of the house ten seconds, and I miss him
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| And no one’s more astonished than I
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| I never once pretended that I love him
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| When did it start, this change of heart?
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| When did I fall in love? |
| What night? |
| Which day?
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| When did I first begin to feel this way?
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| How could the moment pass unfelt, ignored?
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| Where was the blinding flash? |
| Where was the crashing chord?
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| When did I fall in love? |
| I can’t recall
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| Not that it matters at all
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| It doesn’t matter when, or why, or how
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| As long as I love him now |