October 2007
All I ask of you,
Is one thing that you never do,
Would you put your arms around me,
(I won't tell anyone)
Tommorrow,
It's surely nearer now.
You don't think I'll make it,
I never said I wanted to.
Well, did
All I ask of you,
Is would you tell me that you love me,
Tell me, tell me that you love me.
Tell me, tell me that you love me
But that joke isn't funny anymore
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
More than you'll ever know
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