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It's
so strange he doesn't show me more affection than he needs
Almost
formal, too respectful, never takes romantic leads
There
are times when I imagine I'm not always on his mind
He's
not thinking what I'm thinking, always half a beat behind
Always
half a beat behind
I'm
in every kind of trouble, can't you tell, just look at me
Half
ecstatic, half dejected, all in all I'm all at sea
Easy
turns I thought I wanted, fill me now with chilling dread
You
can never know the chaos, of a life turned on it's head
Of
a life turned on it's head
Take
a little time to panic, shake off your complacent state
I
know all I ever wished to, of a life destroyed by fate
It's
so strange you never notice anything but where you are
Step
outside your gleaming prison, or is that a step too far
Or
is that a step too far
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