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The Truth Is

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.09.2012

I almost said the words last night
I told myself the moment wasn't right
No one wants to be the one who says it first
But I been keeping it inside, a secret for so long, it hurts

The truth is that I love you
And I need to know from you if you love me too
The truth is that I want you completely
So if you love me too I need to know from you
What the truth is

I'm trying to look behind your eyes
I been trying to read between unspoken lines
We keep dancing 'round and we don't know what's real
Can't let the music end
Before we can find a way to say the things we feel

The truth is that I love you
And I need to know from you if you love me too
The truth is that I want you completely
So if you love me too I need to know from you
What the truth is

Oh, I thought I could just walk away
That you might be a passing flame
I told myself I wouldn't care
If you weren't there

But the truth is that I love you
And I need to know from you if you love me too
The truth is that I want you completely
So if you love me too I need to know from you
What the truth is

Oh, whoa, what the truth is
Tell me what the truth is


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