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'Cause I love her
Even if I try
Sometimes, even if I try




Maybe I'm not the one, maybe I'm not the one for her
'Cause I'm far from my home
Far from her
And when I come back home I can see in her eyes sometimes that
She's not happy me, she's not happy with me
Unhappy with me, unhappy with me
But I can't help
I can't help, I can't let go 'cause
'Cause I love her, I love her
So deep inside
So deep inside

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want to hold you close
(So close)
But I need, I need, I need, I need, I need to be strong
(So strong)

And no matter how it's said
And no matter what we do
I'll keep on coming back
'Cause there's nothing I got but you, baby

And no matter what we say
And no matter what we do
I'll be right by your side
'Cause there's only your mouth, I'm sure

Why can't I let go?
So deep inside my soul

I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't to be good to you, baby
(So good)
But I need, I need, I need, I need, I need to just breakthrough
I just need a breakthrough

And no matter what we say
And no matter what we do
I'll keep on coming back
'Cause there's nothing I got but you

And no matter what we say
And no matter what we do
I'll be right by your side
'Cause there's only, there's only, there's only, there's only, there's only your mouth, I'm sure

Why can't I let go?
So deep inside my soul

Why can't I let go?
(Why can't I let go?)
So deep inside my soul
(So deep inside my soul)

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