| We haven’t even started and it’s almost the end
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| We never talked it over fact we never said anything
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| Two of the same kinda sorts hiding thoughts
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| As the small talk ebbs away the silence is awkward
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| You hardly even know me and I’m starting to show that
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| I hardly even know you but I like what I know
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| I want to talk about it but I quake in my skin
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| It’ll only push you further into making decisions
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| You want to like me but you are likely undecided
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| The voice inside is always right which is why the awkward silence
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| Not gonna risk losing you
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| Which is why I’m never gonna woo-oo you
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| I think I love you more,
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| Than you like me
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| Although I’m never sure and maybe I should want to be blind
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| I think I love you more,
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| Than you like me
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| Because this is even crossing my mind
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| Any other day and you’d have not looked twice
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| The joking went along with my roll of the dice
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| Purely by a chance I happened on feeling
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| Really confident around the place and people
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| You caught a no-hitter hitting winning strokes
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| I never am a winner, I’m a lonely bloke
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| Acting exciting like a man for a while
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| Until you realise I can act like a child
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| Eternal optimism is spurring me on to think
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| That acting on your ins like this
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| Might lead me to learn a secret
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| But I don’t really know
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| Or why I think so
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| It’s just a good hunch
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| Hunches are always right though
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| I drew a drawing of you after last time I saw you
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| I never felt to draw a picture like that before
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| I learnt a lot about myself drawing all morning
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| It was absolutely shit, I’m awful at drawing |