| There’s something I want to ask you
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| Before it’s too late
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| It’s been on my mind since the first time we met
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| It scares me now more, now there’s more at stake
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| It seems we’re so close yet so far away
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| Could you turn me down gently would I
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| Be out of order
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| If I declared my true feelings or do I
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| Act out the part
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| Of the father confessor of the shoulder to cry on
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| We’re always so close yet so far away
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| Chorus: what would you do if I got down
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| On my knees to you
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| Would you hold it against me
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| Would you stand in line?
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| What would you do if I
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| Opened my heart to you
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| Would I be another who’s wasting his time
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| Darling are we just good friends?
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| Do I really need to ask you
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| I’m sure that you know by now
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| Do we just play a game where we try to pretend
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| That all that’s between us is all that’s between us
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| And all we can rely on is just being good friends
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| So are we left to chance meetings
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| Is that all we can depend on?
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| Resigned to raise glasses in anonymous cafes
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| Reciting our failures as if we needed
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| Proof or regret
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| Over what might have
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| And what should have been, darling, are we just good friends? |