| I want to tell you
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| My head is filled with things to say
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| When you’re here
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| All those words, they seem to slip away
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| When I get near you,
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| The games begin to drag me down
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| It’s all right
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| I’ll make you maybe next time around
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| But if I seem to act unkind
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| It’s only me, it’s not my mind
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| That is confusing things.
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| I want to tell you
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| I feel hung up but I don’t know why,
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| I don’t mind
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| I could wait forever, I’ve got time
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| Sometimes I wish I knew you well,
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| Then I could speak my mind and tell you
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| Maybe you’d understand
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| I want to tell you
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| I feel hung up but I don’t know why,
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| I don’t mind
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| I could wait forever, I’ve got time, I’ve got time, I’ve got time |