| Beautiful I want you to know that I’m scared that you’ll no longer want me and
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| all I request is you hurt me your best so I crumble
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| Often I need that to grow
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| Every foreign rendezvous I fear is the last
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| I’m aware the day may come, I’m left in the past
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| Angel, all I ask is, that you make it hurt real bad
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| Say it so it stings deep, so I’ll know you won’t come back
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| I’m preparing for me to
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| Second guess my every action when I’ve lost it
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| Then I’d have to take the pictures of you off my desk
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| And I’ll probably be to blame, every promise that we made will be voided
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| Any trek across the sea, my thoughts are of you
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| All our time in Battersea, I’ll think of that too
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| Listen, you will have to take away all of my hope
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| Say it like you mean it, and I’ll find a way to cope
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| Talks up on your terrace nurture me
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| Talks about the odds of our encounter
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| Years before we had met, I had dreamt of you
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| Now we’re face to face
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| Beautiful I need you to know that I’m scared that you’ll no longer stay
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| Second guess my every action when I’ve lost it
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| Then I’d have to take the pictures of you off my desk
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| And I’ll probably be to blame, every promise that we made will be voided |