| He says he keeps a journal
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| I wonder what he writes of me?
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| I suppose by now I should know…
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| But I just can’t see
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| There are a million thoughts always
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| Running through my head
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| But the words I think
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| Are different from the ones I’ve said
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| In his mind
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| Can’t I go there? |
| Spend some time…
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| Just to see what’s going on
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| So I can see
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| If he really thinks of me
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| In his mind
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| Something different from his logic
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| Oh, I’ve kept it deep inside
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| And I don’t want to waste precious time
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| Gotta know what’s in his mind
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| A person of many words
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| But still a mystery
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| When he shuts his eyes at night
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| Does he see darkness or me? |
| (Darkness or me?)
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| No matter how close we are
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| There are things we’ll never tell
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| I know a lot about you
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| But I know my self better
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| Very well
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| In his mind
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| Can’t I go there? |
| Spend some time…
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| Just to see what’s going on
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| So I can see
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| Does he really think of me?
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| In his mind
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| Something different from his logic
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| Oh, I’ve kept it deep inside
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| And I don’t want to waste precious time
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| Gotta know what’s in his mind
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| Gotta know
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| I gotta know
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| In his mind
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| Something different from his logic
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| Oh, I’ve kept it deep inside
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| And I don’t want to waste precious time
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| Gotta know what’s in his mind |