You want me to feel. You want me to love.
Well, I don’t feel anything for anyone.
I remember love and I talk about it too much…
Why won’t I just shut up?
I haven’t loved much lately.
I say I’m sorry, though I don’t seem to be
But you know you’ll always be too soon and too late for my heart.
And somehow that doesn’t stop you from loving me
If I was you, I wouldn’t keep loving me
Stay you and happy, and free…
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