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| He tells me that I'm beautiful, That no one could ever take my place. So why must he always close his eyes, When we're locked in love's embrace? |
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| He tells me that I'm special, That no one else compares to me. So why do I find him thinking of her, Instead of enjoying his time with me? |
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| He tells me that he needs me, That I feel his heart with love and pride. So why can't he leave his memories alone, Push thoughts of yesterdays aside? |
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| He tells me that I'm beautiful, I know he believes that in his heart. But he's looking for what he lost, When she tore his world apart. |
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| I listen when he tells me those lies, Let him hold me while he cries inside. He needs some comfort in his life, I need a place where I can hide. |
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| He tells me the things I need to hear, But I know they're only words to say. He's not over the one that hurt him, I'll pay the price with my heart one day. |
| Dianna Doles Petry 2003 |
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| This webset designed exclusively for Dianna by Claudia's Collection 2003 |