| Friend, this shouldn’t be the way things end
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| But then, a break is just around the bend
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| And when you tell me as I leave
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| You’re scared you’ll never see my face again
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| Well, I’m not sure it’s the truth
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| But I can, and I will, and I do
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| You write, I read your letters every night
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| All right, I skim them just to be polite
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| I fight embarrassment and shame
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| The mention of your name makes me turn white
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| But guilt still makes me refrain
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| I imagine you think I don’t think of you
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| You know you couldn’t be more wrong
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| If good intentions paved the road that gets me through
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| Then I’ve got a six-lane highway
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| And I intend to someday
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| Do all the things I say
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| I can, and I will, and I do
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| Hey, it’s hard for me to go away
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| Okay, I know it’s not adult
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| It’s just as difficult for me to stay
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| And anyway you say
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| You don’t think I can love you
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| I can, and I will, and I do
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| I can, and I will, and I do
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| A do do do do do do do do
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| Do do do |