| No I don’t wanna make the call
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| Disappontiment in your voice
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| Just says it all
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| And I swear if I had the time
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| I’d be cleaning up witu
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| Couldn’t love you more
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| Damn it hurts when I let ya down
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| But I know it hurts you more
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| Have to Choke whta I feel for ya
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| Lack the words to descirbe what I think of ya
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| Telephone doesn’t show that my hearts for ya
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| Doesn’t help
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| But I know whta I’m doin' to ya
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| Realising you’re slippin' thru
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| Thru my fingers my
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| My worst fears are comin' true
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| I see you losin' your faithe in me
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| And reflected in your eyes
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| Don’t like who I see
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| And yes I know that I gave you couse
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| Don’t want u to cry no more, no…
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| And no matter what I say
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| Tho to me it seems I’m talkin' sense
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| I keep hurtin' you just the same
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| Just the same
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| Oh I’m sorry girl
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| No I don’t mean to hurt you… |