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I want to be with you |
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I want to be clear |
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but each time I try |
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it's the voice I hear |
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I hear that voice again |
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I'm listening to the conversation |
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judge and jury in my head |
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it's colouring everything |
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all we did and said |
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and still I head that sharp tongue talking |
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talking tangled words |
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I can sense the danger |
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just listen to the wind |
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I want you close I want you near |
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I can't help but listen |
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but I don't want to hear |
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hear that voice again |
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I want to be with you |
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I want to be clear |
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but each time I try |
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it's the voice I hear |
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I hear that voice again |
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I'm hearing right and wrong so clearly |
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there must be more than this |
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it's only in uncertainty |
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that we're naked and alive |
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I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar |
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hear it through the things you said |
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I can get so scared |
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listen to the wind |
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I want you close I want you near |
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I can't help but listen |
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but I don't want to hear |
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hear that voice again |
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what I carry in my heart |
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brings us so close or so far apart |
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only love can make love |
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I want you close I want you near |
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I can't help but listen |
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but I don't want to hear |
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I hear that voice again |
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I want to be with you |
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I want to be clear |
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but each time I try |
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it's the voice I hear |
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I hear that voice again |
