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With You
Late at night
I come knocking at your door
And I hear you say
"Leave it at the floor"
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It's been so long
And you won't
Tell me what to do
But it you're standing on the edge
Then I'll stand right there with you
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Turn around
I've been dying to pull you in
But when I let you know
The gloves come off
And I can't win
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When you want
You can't find it
And the sun
Makes you quiet
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Speak it loud
When you find out what to say
But for now
I don't mind the wait
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