| If you don’t speak
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| No one will ever hear you
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| If you don’t approach
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| No one will ever be near you
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| Does someone miss you
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| When you’re not around
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| It’s a question of give and take
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| If you don’t cry
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| No one will ever feel pain for you
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| If you pass by
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| The feet of the world walk away from you
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| Do all of your wounds go unwashed
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| Did you look over your shoulder today
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| Fair’s fair when she’s over there and you’re here alone
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| Fair’s fair when you don’t like what you hear on the telephone
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| But save me from this heart that always loves beyond its means
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| Let me find you perfect in my dreams
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| If you don’t defend
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| No one will ever be there for you
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| If you pretend
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| No one will ever much care for you
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| Does the mist of the weary
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| Cloud your heavy eyes
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| Making everyone grey
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| You are making life a game
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| Maybe we don’t want to come and play
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| You think everyone’s the same
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| Maybe you should look again
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| You are tired taking all you can
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| Sick with nothing else in that hand
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| Maybe you should try another plan
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| And think of someone else for a change
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| Fair’s fair when she’s over there and you’re here alone
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| Fair’s fair when you don’t like what you hear on the telephone
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| But save me from this heart that always loves beyond its means
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| Let me find you perfect in my dreams |