Someone told me that I'll want more That I'll feel half empty, ripped and torn
They say there'll be plenty other hands to hold Now I wish they'd told me long ago
* Ooh, I don't want this to break you Ooh, but I've got no one else to talk to
** I don't know if you mean everything to me
And I wonder, can I give you what you need?
Don't want to find I've lost it all Too scared to have no one to call
So can we just pretend That we're not falling into the deep end?
You've gone quiet, you don't call And nothing's funny any more
And I'll keep trying to help you heal I'll stop your crying and dry your tears
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Ooh, how do we mend? Ooh, I didn't choose to depend on you
It's out of our hands Maybe it will work out in the end
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