| How do I make you fall in love with me?
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| And how do I let you know I care?
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| And how would I say that the man you’re laying with
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| Is not the man that should be laying there?
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| How would a boy like me put it?
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| A man with some sense probably wouldn’t
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| But I don’t give a damn, I am not a smarter man
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| So I’m gonna say some words I shouldn’t
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| I had a dream I was falling, maybe that’s a fucked up metaphor
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| Maybe it just means, when I meet you in my dreams
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| Nothing stops me from going through the floor
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| I know all the bad things about you
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| But I still think you’re the purest of our kind
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| I remember being younger, with an awful pining hunger
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| For a good that a boy could never find
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| And a fear of a man so left behind
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| So I guess I’ll just love you through the window
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| While you’re dancing with the charmers in the room
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| And I’ll slip out that door like I have a time before
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| And just let that lost loving loom
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| Just let that lost loving loom
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| How do I make you fall in love with me?
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| Is it lost in the emptiness of apathy?
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| Should I fight for it like war, should I nail it down to boards
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| Or do I live in a love I’m dying for? |