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| Sometimes When We Touch |
| You ask me if I love you |
| And I choke on my reply |
| I'd rather hurt you honestly |
| than mislead you with a lie |
| And who am I to judge you |
| In what you say or do |
| I'm only just beginning |
| to see the real you |
| And sometimes when we touch |
| the honesty's too much |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide |
| I want to hold you till I die |
| till we both break down and cry |
| I want to hold you till |
| the fear in me subsides |
| Romance and all its strategies |
| leaves me battling with my pride |
| But through all the insecurities |
| some tenderness survives |
| I'm just another writer |
| still trapped within my truth |
| A hesitant prize fighter |
| still trapped within my youth |
| And sometimes when we touch |
| the honesty's too much |
| And I have to close my eyes and hide |
| I want to hold you till I die |
| till we both break down and cry |
| I wanna hold you till |
| till the fear in me subsides |
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| At times I'd like to break you |
| And drive you to your knees |
| At times I'd like to break through |
| And hold you endlessly |
| At times I understand you |
| And I know how hard you try |
| I watch while love commands you |
| And I've watched love pass you by |
| At times I think we're drifters |
| still searching for a friend, |
| a brother or a sister |
| but then the passion flares again... |
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