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I can sing it slowly to your ear,
or whisper the words you want to hear,
Whatever you desire I can tell,
but my soul I will not sell

The way you act, it's just not me
The meaning of us, I just can't see

...I want you to touch me,
I want you to kiss me,
and I know it's not right,
but I want you to miss me...

And I hate the fact that I need you,
light of the spark in your eyes, too
My feelings for you are wrong and I know it,
but I don't have the strenght to really show it

...it hurts... and maybe,
someday... I can help MYSELF