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For twenty seven years Ive been trying
To believe and confide in
Different people I found...

Some of them got closer than others,
And some wouldnt even bother,
And then you came around.

I didnt really know what to call you,
You didnt know me at all,
But I was happy to explain.

I never really knew how Id move you,
So I tried to intrude through
The little holes in your veins.

And I saw you.
But thats not an invitation,
Thats all I get,
If this is communication,
I disconnect...
Ive seen you, I know you,
But I dont know how to connect,
So I disconnect...

You always seem to know where to find me,
And Im still here behind you,
In the corner of your eye.

I never really learnt how to love you,
But I know that I love you,
Through the hole in the sky,

Where I see you
And thats not an invitation,
Thats all I get.
If this is communication,
I disconnect...
Ive seen you, I know you,
But I dont know how to connect,
So I disconnect...

Well, this is an invitation,
Its not a threat,
If you want communication,
Thats what you get.
Im talking and talking,
But I dont know how to connect.

And I hold... a record for being patient
With your kind of hesitation.
I need you, you want me,
But I dont know how to connect,
So I disconnect,

I disconnect...

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