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The problem of a guy's expectations I pin it all on you You will be my Saviour You will take all my troubles away And in a snap You evaporate from my life No longer a chance to tell you how I feel No longer a chance to have you with me And I figure out if you just call just come by I can finally take my chance But my phone doesn't ring There arrive no visitors at my door And all I'm left with Are the dreams I have of you
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