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Newton |
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Miscellaneous |
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Sometimes When We Touch |
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You ask me if I love you |
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And I choke on my reply |
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I'd rather hurt you honestly |
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Than mislead you with a lie |
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And who am I to judge you |
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On what you say or do? |
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I'm only just beginning to see the real you |
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And sometimes when we touch |
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The honesty's too much |
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And I have to close my eyes and hide |
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I wanna hold you til I die |
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'Til we both break down and cry |
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I wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsides |
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Romance and all it's strategy |
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Leaves me battling with my pride |
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But through the insecurity |
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Some tenderness survives |
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I'm just another writer |
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Still trapped within my truth |
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A hesitant prize fighter |
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Still trapped within my youth |
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At times I'd like to break you |
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And drive you to your knees |
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At times I'd like to break through |
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And hold you endlessly |
