She reads a book from across the street Waiting for someone that she'll never meet Talk over coffee for an hour or two She wonders why I'm always in a good mood Killing time before she struts her stuff She needs support and I've become the crutch She'll never know how much she means to me I'd play the game but I'm the referee Surrender Every word, every thought, every sound Surrender Every touch, every smile, every frown Surrender All the pain we've endured until now Surrender All the hope that I lost you have found Surrender, Yourself to me Even though I know what I'm looking for She's got a brick wall behind her door I'd travel time and confess to her But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger I think I found a flower in a field of weeds I think I found a flower in a field of weeds Searching until my hands bleed This flower don't belong to me I think I found a flower in a field of weeds I think I found a flower in a field of weeds Searching until my hands bleed This flower don't belong to me This flower don't belong to me Why can't she belong to me? Every word, every thought, every sound Every touch, every smile, every frown All the pain we've endured until now All the hope that I lost, you have found

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