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Warm house, cold hands |
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I was standing outside trying to find your doorbell |
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At 2 AM, I ran all the way hope that you weren't sleeping |
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You rubbed your eyes |
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Gently with the palm of your left hand |
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We talked awhile |
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And you told me how much you appreciated me |
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And I knew that it was time for me to stay or leave |
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So I started walking home |
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Sowing teardrops in the snow |
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We'll be friends forever |
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But I'm afraid that you'll never love me |
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You met someone |
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At that show when you went home for the weekend |
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And he makes you laugh |
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And somehow I remind you a little of him |
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Two perfect hands |
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A part time job but says that he loves children |
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But I lost my tongue |
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Until now you never felt that you'd missed anyone |
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And even though it's early you think it could be love |
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Another heartsick lullaby but I can't seem to make you cry |
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We'll be friends forever, but I'm afraid that you'll never love me |
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Does he love you? |
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Does he love you? |
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I hope he loves you |
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If he doesn't, |
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At least you'll have beautiful children |
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Beautiful children |
