I think we spend too much time
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Talking around what we need to say
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I think there's always been something
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Something you've been dying to say
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Cuz I've been dying to say this
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But the words wont
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They won't make their way out of my lips
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Won't make the shape I need to ask you
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Why don't, why don't we try
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Let's try to make what we have real
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Cuz I laaaaaaah... Oh I laahhhhh...
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Oh I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
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I doooooo.
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I can't say it, but I know that I do.
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I think you biting your lip hides
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Something profound that I wish you'd say
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My mind's been racing
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My heart's been waiting
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It just wants me to say
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What we've been hiding away
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But the words wont
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They won't make their way out of my lips
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Won't make the shape I need to ask you
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Why don't, why don't we try
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Let's try to make what we have real
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Cuz I laaaaaaah...
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Oh I laahhhhh...
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How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
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I do.
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"It's just a word- just a single word!"
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Telling myself that telling her
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Is not a big thing
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More than a word
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It changes what she hears- what she's heard
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What we are and what we once were
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One of these days I'm going to have to take that risk
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If I'm going to be the man that she can see herself with
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I can feel the weight this word can easily shift
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Oh but I want to make it real
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Cuz I laaaaaaah...
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Oh I laahhhhh...
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How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
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I do.
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I can't say it, but I know that I do...
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The Weight
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| Gabe Bondoc |
