You say you¡¯ll make it, but then when I arrive,
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You¡¯re always half and hour away,
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You¡¯ll say I¡¯ll take it, and never compromise,
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But I¡¯m the one that always pays,
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We drive each other up the wall,
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But you give me more than enough,
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And we¡¯ve got a special kind of love,
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I can tell by the look in your eyes,
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We¡¯ve got nothing, nothing left to hide,
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I always listen, but when you tell the same,
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It¡¯s always better than before, I never mention,
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that I have to claim over the [?] to reach the door,
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We drive each other up the wall,
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But I can never walk away because,
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You give me more than enough,
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And we¡¯ve got a special kind of love,
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I can tell by the look in your eyes,
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We¡¯ve got nothing, nothing left to hide,
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Nothing¡¯s ever easy but,
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I would do it all again for you,
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You give me more than enough,
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And we¡¯ve got a special kind of love,
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I can tell by the look in your eyes,
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That we¡¯ve got nothing, nothing left to hide,
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Nothing left to hide.
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Nothing Left To Hide
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| Janet Devlin |
