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I don't know why she leaves me
Is it fear or lack of love
What I know is she doesn't say it
And she has me on the verge of giving her
An eclipse to my heart. (repeat)

I want to be the wind that hits her face
I want to be the pillow that cradles her dream
You wake up and be happy
And be there to love her more.

The more I try, the more she moves away
She has my head full of doubts
Let her speak for God I beg
And tell me what to do with this great love
That longs for her sweetness.

I don't know why she leaves me
Is it fear or lack of love
What I know is she doesn't say it
And she has me on the verge of giving her
An eclipse to my heart.

I want to be the wind that hits her face
I want to be the pillow that cradles her dream
You wake up and be happy
And be there to love her more.

The more I try, the more she moves away
She has my head full of doubts
Let her speak for God I beg
And tell me what to do with this great love
That longs for her sweetness.