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| Sometimes |
| When We Touch |
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| by Dan Hill |
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| You ask me if I love you |
| and I choke on my reply. |
| I'd rather hurt you honestly |
| than mislead you with a lie. |
| And who am I to judge you |
| in what you say or do? |
| I'm only just beginning |
| to see the real you. |
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| And sometimes when we touch, |
| the honesty's too much, |
| And I have to close my eyes |
| and hide. |
| I want to hold you till I die, |
| till we both break down and cry. |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me |
| subsides. |
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| Romance and all its strategy |
| leaves me battling with my pride. |
| But through the insecurity, |
| some tenderness survives. |
| I'm just another writer |
| still trapped within my truths; |
| A hesitant prizefighter |
| still trapped within my youth. |
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| And sometimes when we touch, |
| the honesty's too much, |
| And I have to close my eyes |
| and hide. |
| I wanna hold you till I die, |
| till we both break down and cry. |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me |
| subsides. |
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| At times I'd like to break you |
| and drive you to your knees. |
| At times I'd like to break through |
| and hold you endlessly. |
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| At times I understand you, |
| and I know how hard you've tried. |
| I've watched while love commands you, |
| and I've watched love pass you by. |
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| At times I think we're drifters, |
| still searching for a friend, |
| A brother or a sister. |
| But then the passion flares again. |
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| And sometimes when we touch, |
| the honesty's too much, |
| And I have to close my eyes |
| and hide. |
| I want to hold you till I die, |
| till we both break down and cry. |
| I want to hold you till the fear in me |
| subsides. |
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