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It’s Hard For Me To Say

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 02.11.2012

Didn't know 'till today
That you would love for me to say
All of the things I feel
Though you don't doubt they're real

Insecure, very shy
Are the only reasons I have why
I never say the things that
You would love to hear
All the words I try
Disappoint me and I cry
So they're words I don't often say

But it's in my love, it's in my feeling
It's in the very same heart
That loved you from the start
It's in my heat, it's in the spirit
And it's got me totally high
It's just hard me to say why

Kind of sad, kind of blue
Because I wanted to tell you
That you are in my heart
Though we are far apart
Didn't know how to say
All the little things to make you stay
And not to keep assuming
You could read my mind

You're the one I love
Though it's hard for you to know
'Cause the words I don't always say

But it's in my love, it's in my feeling
It's in the very same heart
That loved you from the start
It's in the heat, it's in the spirit
And it's got me totally high
It's just hard me to say why

It's hard for me


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