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if it was wrong the first time

would it be so bad if i did it again?

if they've already judged me

for my life of sin

why should it matter what they think

when they think about me

yeah, if they think about me

this paranoia won't let me be

because i think you're looking at me

like you've never been there

like you've never lost it, found it and lost it

i'm running fingers through my hair

and i can't stop shaking, can't stop

i'm so nervous about it, so nervous about you

if i said i loved you would you buy it?

won't you try it? say you love me too

i could teach you, you could teach me

there's so much for both of us to learn

i watch you while you're watching

the flame of the fire burn

hey would i be too straightforward

if i asked you to join me in bed?

are you real? are you there? can i touch you?

or are you just in my head?

you give me that look and you smile and you laugh

and i laugh because you're laughing, seemed right

well i guess anyone else would had to have been there

with me and you - if you were really there- that night