| They say a clean cut heals the quickest |
| December to May was spick and spotless |
| But when some cynical thing happens to me |
| You're still the very first name I'd like to reach to tell |
| 'Cause only you'd find it funny |
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| Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Repair? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Reach out and ask you how you've been? |
| Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare? |
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| I saw a wren fly at a window |
| And if I befriend you, will I crash in magnificent blur? |
| Fall to the curb, rotting alone like when you left me first? |
| It took a year to repair what I lost |
| Might take another if I call |
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| Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Repair? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Reach out and ask you how you've been? |
| Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare? |
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| Do you hope to hear from me? (Every day, every day) |
| Holding back the words that we (Never say, never say) |
| So do I wait by the phone every day, lonely? |
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| Or do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Repair? Do I dare? Do I dare |
| Reach out and ask you how you've been? |
| Do I dare? Do I dare? Do I dare? |
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