| How loud would I have to scream
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| To make a sound, to let you know?
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| And how tenderly would I have to whisper
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| That it’s ok, that we can go?
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| But how cold the touch of your tongue
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| Your weighted words make no sound
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| But how violent must my loneliness become
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| To burn my clothes, bury my crown?
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| 'Cause would it be enough for you to love me
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| And would I be enough for you?
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| How reckless is the heart that bleeds for love
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| That knows the warmth, that knows the taste?
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| And how blessed is the diamond in the rough
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| Who would offer her embrace?
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| And how foolishly the lonely mind can wander
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| And blinding lights falling down
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| And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner
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| So burn my clothes, and burn my crown
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| 'Cause would it be enough for you to love me?
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| Oh no, it wouldn’t
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| I’d never be enough for you |