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Life's not always
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what it appears to be
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There are so many words
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that could have been said
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Time's swallowed them
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and left them for dead
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Love's not really
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what you expect of me
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I know there is a better way
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To express whats been said
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and cannot be changed
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With the choices I've made
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Accuse me
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of living
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how I wish to live
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Talk to me and touch me
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how I want
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to be touched
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Feel me
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Feel me like I've never been felt before
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Who could ever foretell
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our similiar predictaments
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In your own words
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my friends have moved away
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In this crowded room
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loneliness
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has stayed on my side
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Who could ever foretell
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that Life would move on?
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I want to tell you
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I love you
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because you don't realize
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how much I do
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with the choices I've made
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Accuse me
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of living
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how I wish to live
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So take me and touch me
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how I want to be touched
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Love me
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Love me like I've never
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been loved before
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Day
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| The Boxers |
