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Dead on The Outside

I thought I was comfortable with what we had
But from the way things are now I was wrong
I thought I could live with that and this
But the pain's too high now and so is the risk

More than a friend
Be more than a friend in the end
I am dying inside
I'm dying inside here
And soon I will be dead on the outside

I thought I could live with us that it wasn't much
But when I hear your voice I long for your touch
If this is taking it slow then we need to pick the pace
I can no longer stand the wait in this constant race

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