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Tell me baby. I really need to know!
Is it something that I said? Is it something that I did? What made you stop loving me... Why can't you just tell me? You keep it bottled inside, Act like nothing's wrong. I can see right through That mask made of glass. It only makes the situation worse, And to tell me nothing is wrong It's a big lie. And you told me that you'd never, You would never lie to me. But then again, You told me that you'd love me forever; And that seems to be a lie, too! I just have one question And I don't want you to lie. All I want to know is Are you ever going to love me again?
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