| You waste your days away
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| Dreaming of saying the words
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| Tell her the many ways
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| You will love her if you could
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| The center of your world
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| She is there making it turn
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| Folding your hands to pray
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| Wishing you were holding hers
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| Well you’re tangled in the strings of a web
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| And on her you place your whole happiness
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| But she’ll never be able to confess
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| She returns the same thoughts you possess
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| When you want
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| What you can’t have
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| Do you love
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| What won’t love back?
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| She smiles for everyone
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| Tell yourself that it’s for you
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| When she’s here the pain is gone
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| And the sun kisses the moon
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| High praise and lifted hands
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| You can’t help yourself, I understand
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| It’s a strange kind of power she holds on you
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| And it seems every hour it’s growing too
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| But you’re tangled in the strings of a web
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| And on her you place your whole happiness
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| But she’ll never be able to confess
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| She returns the same thoughts you possess
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| When you want
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| What you can’t have
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| Do you love
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| What won’t love back?
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| Holding on, you’re holding on
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| To nothing more and nothing less
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| Holding on, you’re holding on
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| To all those empty promises
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| When you want
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| What you can’t have
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| Do you love
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| What won’t love back?
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| When you want (When you want)
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| What you can’t have (What you can’t have)
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| Do you love (Do you love)
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| What won’t love back?
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| Holding on, you’re holding on |