I think deep down I must have known it all along.
Despite an undeniable spark, it just felt wrong.
Now I don’t want to see you cry no more than I wonder why these

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Questions keep me up at night.
All of these questions make me wonder why.

These questions like, do I love her?
Do I make her my own?
Do I stay with her tonight, or do I go back home?
But I don’t seem to ever find the answers, so they come back as

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Though I try and try, when I’m looking in your eyes, I can’t tell you no.
So, it goes on and on, though I know it’s going wrong.
There’s nothing I can do, ‘cept stay with you.

I really don’t know what I can do. I guess it means I’m gonna have to stay with you,
But I don’t know. No, I don’t know where to go to get away from these questions.

Now I don’t want to see you cry no more than to say goodbye.

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