Izabo - What you... | Текст песни

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It takes too long to find your hand,
Whether you're standing on my road or sleeping in my bed.
And it takes too much to have you hear, near me,
I'm trembling with your touch,
I wish that I could hear you again... every day.

You're not in that, cause you'll never be...
And as for me, I am the first to make the step forward,
As I always do...
It is too hard to make you see...
Should I have told you long ago
What you mean to me?
What you mean to me...

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