| I’m lying on a Tuesday morning
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| with nothing right to say
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| and living in a piece that saves me
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| now there’s something in the way
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| Believe me when I say to you
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| there’s nothing I can do
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| cause in my head a song is playing
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| maybe a song for your dismay
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| but I’m not strong enough to close that door
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| but I try and walk away
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| Believe me when I say to you
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| there’s nothing I can do
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| but tell myself that the smile she gives
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| are not for me
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| but so our little smile is all I have
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| And I’m gonna try
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| to keep this feeling for you at some distance
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| but the sweetness of your face is what I’ll find
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| and I guess it’s time I found my spot in line
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| The time I spend with you is played now
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| to all the words that I can’t say
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| and I don’t think that I can last much longer
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| In this role I have to play
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| But believe me when I say to you
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| theres nothing I can do
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| but tell myself that the smile she gives
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| are not for me
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| but so our little smile is all I have
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| And I’m gonna try
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| to keep this feeling for you at some distance
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| but the sweetness of your face is what I’ll find
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| and then tell myself the smiles she gives
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| are not for me
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| but so those smiles are all I have
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| and I’m going to try and keep
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| this feeling for you at some distance
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| but the sweetness of your face is what I’ll find
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| and I guess it’s time I found my spot in line
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| one day I’ll find my spot in line |