IT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT WE SAY, IT'S ABOUT WHAT WE DON'T SAY, WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME THAT WAY. YOU KNOW WHAT WAY, BUT LIKE I SAID...WE DON'T EVER SAY. SO HERE WE STAY, ME IN YOUR ARMS, OUR DAMAGE GETTING IN THE WAY, WHEN YOU ASK ME TO STAY, I KISS YOU ON YOUR FOREHEAD AND WALK AWAY. BECAUSE I'M AFRAID I'LL SAY WHAT I'M SCARED TO DEATH YOU WANT TO SAY.
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