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She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she’ll never meet
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I’m always in a good mood
Killing time before she [bad word] her stuff,
She needs support and I’ve [bad word] the [bad word] She’ll never know how much she means to me,
I’d play the game but I’m the referee
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
Even though I know what I’m looking for,
She’s got a brick wall behind her door
I’d travel time and confess to her,
But I’m afraid she’d shoot the messenger
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don’t belong to me
This flower don’t belong to me
Why can’t she belong to me?
Surrender… every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender… every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender… all the pain we’ve endured until now
Surrender… all the hope that I lost, you have found
Surrender… yourself to me
I never had the nerve to ask,
Has my [bad word] and passed