| She reads a book from across the street,
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| Waiting for someone that she’ll never meet
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| Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
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| She wonders why I’m always in a good mood
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| Killing time before she struts her stuff,
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| She needs support and I’ve become the crutch
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| She’ll never know how much she means to me,
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| I’d play the game but I’m the referee
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Even though I know what I’m looking for,
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| She’s got a brick wall behind her door
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| I’d travel time and confess to her,
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| But I’m afraid she’d shoot the messenger
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
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| I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
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| Searching until my hands bleed,
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| This flower don’t belong to me This flower don’t belong to me Why can’t she belong to me?
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| Surrender
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| I never had the nerve to ask,
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| Has my moment come and passed? |