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 wanna hold you till I die
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Till we both break down and cry
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I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
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Romance and all its 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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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 till I die
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Till we both break down and cry
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I wanna 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've 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 wanna hold you till I die
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Till we both break down and cry
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I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
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Sometimes When We Touch
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| Dan Hill |
