The Things We Could Share

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And a direct connection, between my love and inspriration
There's a tender relation, between my anger and my patience
And a direct connection, between my love and inspriration
I need a warm hand to cool me down
I need a soft voice to drown me out
I need emptiness to fill my soul
I need a question mark to make me whole
I'll be the boy, at the back of the bus
With my eyes on the back of your head
You'll be the girl, on the front seat
Telling your friend, that he never really cared

The things that we could share (Backstreet)
The things that we could share (Backstreet)
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(So alone...)
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There's a tender relation, between my anger and my patience
And a direct connection, between my love and inspriration
There's a tender relation, between my anger and my patience
And a direct connection, between my love and inspriration

With my eyes on the back of your head
You'll be the girl, on the front seat
Telling your friend, that he never really cared

The things that we could share (Backstreet)
The things that we could share (Backstreet)
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The things that we could share (Backstreet)
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