| I can see we’re thinkin' bout the same things
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| And I can see your expression when the phone rings
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| We both know there’s something happening here
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| Well, there’s no sense in dancing round the subject
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| A wound gets worse when it’s treated with neglect
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| Don’t turn around there’s nothing here to fear
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| You can talk to me Talk to me You can talk to me You can set your secrets free, baby
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| Dusty words lying under carpets
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| Seldom heard well must you keep your secrets
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| Locked inside hidden safe from view
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| Well, is it all that hard
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| Is it all that tough
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| Well, I’ve shown you all my cards now isn’t that enough
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| You can hide your hurt
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| But, there’s something you can do You can talk to me Talk to me talk to me
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| I can set your secrets free, baby
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| La, la, la, la Though we lay face to face and cheek to cheek
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| Our voices stray from the common ground where they
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| could meet
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| The walls run high, to veil a swelling tear
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| Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free
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| You can break their bounds, cause you’re safe with me You can lose your doubt, cause you’ll find no danger
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| not here
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| You can talk to me Talk to me You can talk to me You can set your secrets free, baby |