I'm done lying, I'm thru denying
The way I feel for you, I might not make this through
Giving up my deepest love, feeling like a morning dove
But this never comes to pass, feeling like I'm second class
Never knowing true loves sight, always trying for a special night
Never doth this scene appear, so I'll have another beer
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