In my eyes
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Well your gaze always ends up there
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There's a touch of the insincere
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But you can always tell I'm lying
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Fighting words
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Well nobody is keeping score
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But we're winning a cold, cold war
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And I feel so cowardly
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And now I love you, love you
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Only slightly less than I loved you, loved you
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And it's hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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In your touch
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Well your body can move in close
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But my heart is a lonesome ghost
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I'd never feel you anyway
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And now I love you, love you
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Only slightly less than I loved you, loved you
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And it's hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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And now I love you, love you
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Only slightly less than I loved you, loved you
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And my heart's in a mess because my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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Love you, love you
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Only slightly less than I loved you
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And it's hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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And now I love you, love you
|
Only slightly less than I loved you, loved you
|
And my heart's in a mess because my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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And now I love you, love you
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Only slightly less than I loved you, loved you
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And it's hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough
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To be the one
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To be the one
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Nearly Love
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| Darren Hayes |
