| I suppose that I could love you
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| Though my mind tells me; |
| «No way»
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| It says «Screw it, you’ve been through it»
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| It’s not worth the price you pay
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| Than it reminds me of the last time
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| Each gorey detail
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| It’s a drag that tells me; |
| «Bag it»
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| No, my memory doesn’t fail
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| And I suppose that I could love you
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| If my heart were still intact
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| It keeps ticking, but not tricking me
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| Like it used to, that’s a fact
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| I have been burned and I have learned
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| To let the muscle do it’s job
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| I let it beat, it’s no mean feat
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| No, it doesn’t need to throb
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| I suppose that I could love you
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| If I wasn’t so afraid, I might go berserk
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| If it did work and I didn’t feel betrayed
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| I have writing off love for so long now
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| That’s all I know to do
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| But if it’s real this thing we feel
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| Well, then yes, I could love you |