| Here I am, waiting for you
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| To feel what you say you feel, can I believe in you?
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| There’s no reason for me to stay inside
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| Waiting for my release when I don’t have to hide
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| Tuesday morning a letter came from you
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| A picture of yourself telling me, what you want to do
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| You’re fifty eight, and I’m nineteen again
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| You promised me a life outside
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| You say you just want to be my friend
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| Having the best day of my life
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| Until the day I met you
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| Having the best day of my life
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| Until I found out you were you
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| Where does it lead me, right back inside?
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| Walking down for trial not the aisle as your bride
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| Six feet under, a duvet under your head
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| I’m lying in your flowery sheets in your four poster bed
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| Having the best day of my life
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| Until the day I met you
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| Having the best day of my life
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| Until I found out you were you
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| I hope you’ll understand this
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| This wasn’t planned you know
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| It’s hard for me to say this
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| But you know you let me down
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| I don’t do well with pain Mr. Davies
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| So I had to take you down
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| To comfort me and help me
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| I 'm safer inside
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| So I can’t harm anyone else again
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| Sleep well Mr. Davies
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| I’m back inside again
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| Writing you another letter
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| I hope you still want to be my friend
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| I’ll love you until the end |