| I have learned not to ask
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| Not to let him know that I’m feeling
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| 'Cause in a cup he collects all that I was ever dreaming
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| And he scatters it to the sea and says he’s leaving
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| And suddenly I feel that I’ve stopped breathing
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| I can’t pretend to be strong
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| Not when he’s the one I’m needing
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| They are wrong when they tell me I’d do better just to leave him
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| 'Cause he takes me to a place that I can breath in
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| But all I can do is watch him leaving
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| Why can’t I think of anything before him?
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| Am I just a soul waiting for him?
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| I don’t want to know
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| No, it’s better not to know
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| And he can come and go
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| As he pleases
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| So I have learned not to ask
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| Not to let him know that I miss him
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| 'Cause I am so terrified to cool the fire in case I lose him
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| And I know he doesn’t know just what he’s doing
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| And he has no idea how far I’m falling
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| Why can’t I think of anything before him?
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| Am I just a soul waiting for him?
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| I don’t want to know
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| No, it’s better not to know
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| He doesn’t want to show
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| So it’s better not to know
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| And he can come and go as he pleases |