You want to tell me something
it can't be told in here
we might as well be holding hands
as we run behind the building
i don't say it out loud
have you any idea
why are you talking to me
don't you know how gorgeous you are
as I leave
as we part
I glance back
look across the road
see you there
and go home
with my own
I'm playing with fire
careful not to burn
I hope I know what I'm doing
that I'll do the right thing
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