k.d. lang/Ben Mink
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propped up against the gymnasium wall
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leaning with surface lament
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not one whispered word
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nor crack of a smile
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emotions as solid cement
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there's no need to sympathize
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for kind and sure are those eyes
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are you getting scared my dear
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are you getting scared
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to shyly compliment the mirror
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to balance the compared
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then falls one solitary tear
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oh, to be the stared
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and stumble with the inflicted faults
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while stepping the wallflowerr waltz
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held and pushed by unleashed desires
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tethered in self-sacrifice
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reluctantly charmed by being approached
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but guarded by one's own device
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there's no need to criticize
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for kind and sure are those eyes
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Walflower Waltz
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