| We walked arm in arm
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| But I didn’t feel his touch
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| A desire I’d first tried to hide
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| That tingling inside was gone
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| And when he asked me
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| «Do you still love me?»
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| I had to look away
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| I didn’t want to tell him
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| That my heart grows colder with each day
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| When you’ve loved so long that the thrill is gone
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| And your kisses at night are replaced with tears
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| And when your dreams are on a train to trainwreck town
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| Then I ask you now, «What's a girl to do?»
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| He said he’d take me away
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| That we’d work things out
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| And I didn’t want to tell him
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| But it was then I had to say
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| Over the times we’ve shared
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| It’s all blackened out
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| And my bat-lightning heart wants to fly away
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| When you’ve loved so long that the thrill is gone
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| And your kisses at night are replaced with tears
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| And when your dreams are on a train to trainwreck town
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| Then I ask you now, «What's a girl to do?»
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| What’s a girl to do?
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| What’s a girl to do?
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| What’s a girl to do? |