| In my eyes…
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| Well your gaze always ends up there.
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| There’s a touch of the insincere,
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| But you can always tell I’m lying.
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| Fighting words…
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| Well nobody is keeping score,
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| But we’re winning a cold, cold war,
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| And I feel so cowardly.
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| And now I love you, love you
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| Only slightly less,
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| Than I loved you, loved you.
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| And it’s hard to confess,
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| But my nearly love
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| Is not real enough
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| To be the one,
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| To be the one.
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| In your touch…
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| Well your body can move in close,
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| But my heart is alone some ghost.
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| I’d never feel you anyway.
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| And now I love you, love you
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| Only slightly less,
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| Than I loved you, loved you.
|
| And it’s hard to confess,
|
| But my nearly love
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| Is not real enough
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| To be the one,
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| To be the one.
|
| And now I love you, love you
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| Only slightly less,
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| Than I loved you, loved you.
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| And my heart’s in a mess,
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| Because my nearly love
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| Is not real enough
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| To be the one,
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| To be the one.
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| I love you, love you
|
| Only slightly less,
|
| Than I loved you, loved you.
|
| And it’s hard to confess,
|
| But my nearly love
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| Is not real enough
|
| To be the one
|
| To be the one
|
| And now I love you, love you
|
| Only slightly less,
|
| Than I loved you, loved you.
|
| And my heart’s in a mess,
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| Because my nearly love
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| Is not real enough
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| To be the one,
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| To be the one. |