He'll love you as long as you sing
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and as tall as you stand on the lovely land.
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You wonder if he'll go away
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the one day you're not looking.
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And still when you hang your head with the loneliness,
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you'll forget he's there.
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Why did it come to this?
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Just when you thought there was nobody there,
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he became aware, noticed you were scared.
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Who said you weren't allowed to be so proud of all that
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came your way on this lovely day.
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I sang the blues, I paid my dues.
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Still feel abused but who said it mattered anyway?
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Wrote these words before, never felt them more.
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Whoever hears them is the only one you should ignore.
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He sleeps without waking, you'd know if he was up.
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And your heart it keeps taking, noticing it all was a bluff.
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And he sleeps without waking, you'd know if he was up.
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And your heart it keeps breaking, noticing it all was a bluff.
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I paid by dues, I sang the blues.
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Still feel abused but who said it mattered anyway?
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Wrote these words before, never felt them more.
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Whoever hears them is the only one you should explore.
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He sleeps without waking, you'd know if he was up.
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And your heart it keeps breaking, noticing...
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Without Waking
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| Theresa Sokyrka |
