| So much that i can’t say to you
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| My voice shakes from the hurt that i hide
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| Ashamed of my existence
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| And of my petty often wounded pride
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| I’d like to come home to see you
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| And to catch your sickness by the bedside
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| But then you’d know how much i really need you
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| All the love in an instant
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| Makes my life stop
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| But then my hate for you
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| Makes my feelings altogether drop
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| If only i were blind to your selfish fling
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| And your desperate cause
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| And didn’t press you for the details
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| That threaten my physical flaws
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| I’d like to come home to see you
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| And embrace your illness under soft light
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| But then you’d know how much i really need you
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| All the love in an instant
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| Makes my life stop
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| But then my hate for you
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| Makes my feelings altogether drop
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| So much that i can say to you
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| With affection that i burn inside
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| You’re aching from the distance
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| Avoiding strain that’s running still alive
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| If only i could heal you in the sprinkling of the ocean side
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| But then you’d know how much i really love you
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| All the love in an instant
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| Makes my life stop
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| But then my hate for you
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| Makes my feelings altogether drop |