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Does he look at you?

Like I know I would

Would he protect your heart?

In a raging storm

 

What’s he do for a living?

Does he chop things up?

He will break your heart

When you need it most

 

How on earth did you meet?

Was he the only one?

Do you feel elated?

When he turns up late

 

When he holds you close

Could your world collapse around you?

Do you speak in movement?

Or mumble hollow words

 

Tell me are you blind

Or are you short minded

What’s the point in trying?

If all that’s left is pain

 

If you are truly happy

Forget we’ve ever spoken

But if you let things happen

I’m waiting by the door

 

 

 

 

 

  

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