Standing here next to this hole that I am digging for myself,
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I wonder how I'm supposed to act. I swear that I've been here before.
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I know history repeats itself, but this is getting out of hand.
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I'm to the point where I don't think that I can take this anymore.
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Pale moon dances;
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Sideways glances;
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My head's full of questions. No answer without her.
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I guess I'll never know.
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Standing here I ask myself; just what is best? What should I do?
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I know that I should walk away but I just can't give up on you.
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As hard as I may try to let it go or just try to forget,
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You have this way of giving me hope to see things I hadn't yet.
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Cold wind's blowing;
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Rumors growing.
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Look's like I'm the suspect of romance.
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Still no chance, as if I ever would...
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When everything is said and done;
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When all my hope begins to fade;
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It's the sour taste left in my mouth,
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It tastes like raspberry lemonade.
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Quietly watching the way your eyes glow in this candlelight,
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I've never seen you look so beautiful as how you do tonight.
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Held by you, I'm captivated; I am lost inside your eyes.
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The overwhelming feel of loneliness comes, but it's no surprise.
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Stars are shining;
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No defining emotions I'm feeling.
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The drive home: I'm alone. Nothing but empty dreams.
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