| I’ve been travelling hard tho' there didn’t seem much to move me
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| And my senses were numbed as the scenery passed right thru' me
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| Down a telephone line it was easy enough to lose me
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| But with you on my side, it was easy to ride
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| The storm and the tide, as they bruised me
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| How many ways are there left to say I love you
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| I kept telling myself my wounds were on the mend
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| But my confidence slides when I can’t tell who’s a friend
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| There were nights when I cried and I could not see the end
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| But something within, made me still want to win
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| As I realized within me, was you
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| How many ways are there left to say I love you
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| She said, «I don’t know what to feel anymore
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| When you’re home it’s too much, when you’re gone I’m unsure
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| Can’t you admit there are times when you’re wrong
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| You’ve been away from me one week too long»
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| I’d lean against bars, hopelessly killing time
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| Talking out dreams and drowning my fears in wine
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| Avoiding the bed that brings a sadness that’s hard to define
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| When the day breaks again I go back to the same
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| Empty room, and the pain of us being apart
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| This is the time when I need to say I love you
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| How many ways are there left to say I love you |