(Barry Mann, Dan Hill)
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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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in what you say or do
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I'm only just beginning
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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 want to hold you till I die
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till we both break down and cry
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I want to hold you till 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 all 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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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 want to hold you till I die
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till we both break down and cry
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
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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
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At times I understand you
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and I know how hard you try
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I watched while love commands you
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and I've watched love pass you by
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At times I think we're drifters
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still searching for a friend
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a brother or a sister
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but then the passion flares again
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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 want to hold ya till I die
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till we both break down and cry
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I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
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Subsides
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Sometimes When We Touch
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| Rod Stewart |
