We can not work out what has to be said.
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An image painted black in the back of my head.
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It came so clear last night,
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you showed me that your words mean more than actions do.
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I was listening to you.
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Someone is listening,
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that someone is you.
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You build me up,
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you break me down again
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and I take it.
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If this night,
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if this kiss were something real.
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Woodson
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| Get Up Kids |
