| In the perfect conversation, we’re standing at the station
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| And you’re begging me, «Please, don’t go»
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| You say, «The only thing that matters in this world
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| Is that we need each other so»
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| In the perfect conversation without any hesitation
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| I tell you, I was wrong
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| I say, «Girl, you know sometimes my faith is weak
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| And my pride is much too strong»
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| In this perfect conversation here in my imagination
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| Somehow I know just when to say what’s right
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| And I know just what I’m losing
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| Before this train I’m on starts moving
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| And I’m running though the door to hold you tight
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| The perfect conversation always ends
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| Before we say goodbye
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| All that I can hear now, so loud and so clear now
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| Are the words I could not seem to find
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| Everything I didn’t say keeps coming back
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| One mile at a time
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| In this perfect conversation here in my imagination
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| Somehow I know just when to say what’s right
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| And I know I’ll never leave you
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| 'Cause I know how much I need you
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| And I tell you that I love you just in time
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| The perfect conversation always ends
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| Before we say goodbye
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| The perfect conversation always ends
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| Before we say goodbye |