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