| Could I hold on, or should I hold on to you?
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| Ask, I will tell the truth; |
| there is nothing I should hide
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| And if I move to slow, if you are bored I need to know
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| I am weak to hide inside, to force what I do not feel
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| If all we have is a question, there is no hope to find a future
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| But something in me cries for you
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| It feels too real this time
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| I think I love you, though I do not know what love means
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| Girl of my dreams, or a friend that one day leaves
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| Could I trust this when I have lied to myself before?
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| Will I do it all again to taste what I have imagined we could be?
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| Look what I have become; |
| this pressure that we feel
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| In a world of possibilities, this may not prove real
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| But could we give enough, backed against a wall?
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| Too close to breathe, but too far to fall
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| All I ever wanted was to feel you closer to me
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| And it is sad to feel this resistance
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| What once before had felt so free
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| Let tomorrow be
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| I cannot be so impatient
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| Pushing every answer, when there is not any question
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| Let me feel good now
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| And though this may have to end, I hope I am always with you
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| Honestly your friend
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| I think I love you |