| I saw you leave the bar last night
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| with some nameless, faceless girl.
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| All in once you were lost little boy,
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| and the man of the world.
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| Your only nights of conquest
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| can never make you whole.
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| You squander your body,
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| you need someone to touch your soul.
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| I watched you in your helpless days of masculinity,
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| you’re so tired you can’t sleep,
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| least of all with me.
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| You search yourself inside and out
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| 'til the silence takes it’s toll
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| and you squander your body,
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| you need someone to touch your soul.
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| You feel exposed when someone loves,
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| a secret that you’d
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| rather not explore.
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| You move in close, then you run away.
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| Does it hurt that much to say
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| what you really need to say?
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| I’ll run into you again someday,
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| I hope you will be free.
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| Meanwhile don’t waste another minute of life,
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| It’s precious to me.
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| Don’t keep on running from yourself,
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| alone in the cold.
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| Don’t squander your body,
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| let someone touch your soul. |