| I take the chance, I catch your sudden eye
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| One glance I realize I have no words
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| But if you’d listen to me, if you’d listen to me
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| If you’d listen, you would hear me.
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| Fencing with the windmills of my deepest fears
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| Jousting with this armour that I’ve riveted on
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| And if I’d listen to you, if I’d listen to you
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| If I’d listen, I’d be a bit softer than stone.
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| I never mean to mention things like that but I always do
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| It’s not like me to tip my hand but I always do
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| I never mean to face this looking-glass but I always do
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| When I face you, I always do.
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| I hit the floor suggest we move our feet
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| Good mood is painted on our fleeting best
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| But if you’d listen to me, if you’d listen to me
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| If you’d listen, you might hear me.
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| Blowing on a flute carved of hollow bone
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| Some somber tune that seems to suit my taste
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| And if I’d listen to you, if I’d listen to you
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| If I’d listen, I’d have fewer lines on my face.
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| I never mean to mention things like that but I always do
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| It’s not like me to tip my hand but I always do
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| I never mean to face this looking-glass but I always do
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| When I face you, oh, I always do, oh.
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| I never mean to mention things like that but I always do
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| It’s not like me to tip my hand but I always do
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| I never mean to face this looking-glass but I always do
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| When I face you, when I face you.
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| But I always do
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| I always do
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| I always do
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| When I face you. |