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I cannot pretend |
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That I wasn't the boy |
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That met you standing by the lamp |
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Well I turned and ran for good |
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Hid out under my bed and waited there |
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For the sun to come back out |
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Shivers down my back |
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Are the messages sent by my heart that understands |
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The sensitive nature of the boy inside the man |
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Is it safe to come out and show my self to you just yet |
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Well what are my chances? |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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Tears ran down her face |
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And dropped down |
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Between the lips that parted winds |
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I'm polar she's tropic |
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I'm a boy inside a man |
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Is it safe to come out and show my self to you just yet |
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Well what are my chances? |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
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You don't understand me |
