| Yesterday you told me that you wanna be alone
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| I could hear the distance in your voice over the phone
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| You don’t say «I love you» back
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| Or let your feelings show
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| You used to be so good at that
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| But now I never know
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| I wish you would hold me
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| I wish you would tell me how you feel
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| Want you to show me
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| If anything left in this is real
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| 'Cause, maybe, I’m afraid to
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| See you dancing on your own
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| If I really love you
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| I’ll let you go
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| Midnight drives in your old sweatshirts never felt so cold
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| And I still hear the stupid songs you showed me everywhere I go
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| I can taste the hesitation running from your lips
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| I can feel it in my bones they’re breaking
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| We can’t end like this
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| I wish you would hold me
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| I wish you would tell me how you feel
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| Want you to show me
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| If anything left in this is real
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| 'Cause, maybe, I’m afraid to
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| See you dancing on your own
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| If I really love you
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| I’ll let you go
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| Moments wrapped and romance
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| That end with bitter sunrises and goodbyes
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| Moments so fragile and rare
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| That I wonder if it would have the same taste
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| If not such a delicacy
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| But I’d still devour you
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| As I lay here and recall years of wavering emotions
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| Suppressed desires and volcanic explosions
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| That retreat into dormancy
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| I wonder could we ever flow together
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| Or are we two twin souls
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| Finding each other in the wrong lifetime?
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| 'Cause, maybe, I’m afraid to
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| See you dancing on your own
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| If I really love you
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| I’ll let you go
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| If I really love you
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| I’ll let you go |