Stop, please don't come near
Stop, can't you hear
I want you but I'm scared
you'll be to harsh
please be aware
I'm afraid it could happen
then you'd hate me
It could happen
I don't know if your loves true
Please don't hold me
I don't know what to do
Everynight
I cry to have you near
When you're close
I wish you were not here
If I could change
my meaning might be clear
But right now
we have to wait one more year
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