| I’m not quite the man I said I’d be
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| And over the paper, your glance disappointed me
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| How am I supposed to run to you?
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| How am I gonna lay my body down?
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| I don’t know the words to make
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| Make you leave your weapons on the ground
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
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| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch»
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
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| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch»
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| I look into your eyes and it gets to me
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| Won’t you take off your disguise, I just wanna see
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| How I’m gonna run to you
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| How I’m gonna lay my body down
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| I wanna know the words to make
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| Make you leave your weapons on the ground
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| Cause we’re stuck in an elevator
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| Lights go out, I can’t escape
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| Blot you out like liquid paper
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| I want you to know
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
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| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch»
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
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| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch»
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
|
| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch»
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| Don’t wanna be another one that you throw back
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| This is a two-way street, not a cul-de-sac
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| And if I threw my heart and made a pass
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| Would your hands reach out when I said «Catch» |