| If we could try one more time in a slower pace
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| I might understand your ways
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| If I could just let go and enjoy my days
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| It might make this doubs to away
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| Don’t say you love me
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| like loving me is a deed
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| and girl, that’s exactly how I feel
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| Don’t give me that look
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| as if I’m not trying for real
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| 'cause girl, that’s exactly how it feels
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| Why does it always feel so good when they leave?
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| Like it’s got nothing to do with me
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| It might be that nasty fear of feeling something real
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| It might be just what you need.
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| So, don’t say you love me
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| like it’s something I ought to know
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| I’m just about ready to let go
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| And don’t say you love me
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| like you’ve got it all under control
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| I’m just not ready to let go
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| Just about ready to let go
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| Why does it always feel so good when they leave? |