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Tell me what you're thinking baby

Your heart's beating faster than mine

And I know something's going on in your life

In your life.. In your life

You were the girl I wanted to cry with

You were the girl I wanted to die with

And you were the boy who turned into the man

Broke my heart and let go off my hand

Our bed is empty, the fire is out

And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out

There's no more blood and no more pain

In our kingdom of rain

You think you know about life

You think you know about love

But when you put your hands inside me

It doesn't even feel like I'm being touched, and

You were the boy I wanted to cry with

You were the boy I wanted to die with

You've moved further from my side, year by year,

While still making love dutifully sincere

But as silent as the car lights that move across this room

As cold as our bodies silhouetted by the moon

And I would lie awake and wonder

Is it just me or this the way love is supposed to be?

Tell me what you told him baby

My heart's beating out of time with my mind

And I know something's going wrong in our lives

I just wanted somebody to caress, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to undress, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to bless, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to possess, this young girl

Our bed is empty, the fire is out

And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out

There's no more blood and no more pain

In our kingdom of rain

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