| Maybe in you I’ll believe
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| Maybe I’ll believe in you
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| The future of my understanding of love
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| Many a time I’ve before
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| Before I’ve many a time
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| Knocked a stranger’s door
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| Discretion hardly I’m known for
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| Probably has nothing to, nothing at all in the world to do with you
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| Just your lower lip on the floor
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| But baby I gotta get through
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| Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
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| Maybe in you I’ll believe
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| Maybe I’ll believe in you
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| Suddenly I’m not myself
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| Behind the facade is a lonely fountain, here
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| Suddenly you are the one
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| Who opens the gates to this unruly garden
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| Come and let this man go, you
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| 'Cause baby I got to get through
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| Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
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| Maybe in you I’ll believe
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| Maybe I’ll believe in you
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| Suddenly you’re not yourself
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| Behind the facade is a lonely angel, still
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| Suddenly I am the one who opens the gates to this now gloomy garden
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| Come and let this man go crumb by crumb in this big black forest
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| You I’ll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest
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| You I’ll believe, crumb by crumb in this big black forest… |