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You write her a message,
then you press delete.
You're calling her up,
but you don't wanna speak what you know.

You see her by chance
out on the street.
You wanna hold her, console her,
you can't find the right way to show.

So you talk 'bout the weather,
you talk 'bout your shoes.
You're longing forever
to tell her the truth.

So don't wait up,
Go tell her now!
Don't wait around,
or you may never know,
you may never know how she's feeling.

Maybe she wants you,
maybe she's shy.
Maybe her heart
will always be blind
to your love.

So go take the roses
you left in the sink.
Strike all your poses
and knock back a drink.

I said, don't wait up.
Go tell her now.
Don't wait around,
or you may never know,
you may never know how she's feeling
Don't wait up.
Go tell her now
Don't wait around.
Or you may never know,
you may never know how she's feeling.

You've been learning all the little parts on the TV.
You've been singing like a bitter star that could have been.
Soon you'll be singing in a little bar in Beverly (hills).
All about your broken heart so full of dreams.
Oh you're killing me!
You're killing me!
You're killing me!

Don't wait up.
Go tell her now,
don't wait around.
Or you may never know
you may never know how she's feeling.

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