But why, why do I always think of you?
But, why if I dream, do I dream of you
imagining—imagining
that I'm kissing you—
held tight—tight in my arms?
But who knows, who knows what ever it might be?
What do you have that another does not?
I found myself in love,
suddenly close to you.
I know a hundred thousand, but I like you,
and I'm really good with you.
You are different.
But why, why do I always think of you?
But why do I not feel alive without you?
Love, love, I love you—
you know I'm sincere.
I indeed love you—
but why, why, why?
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I know a hundred thousand, but I like you,
and I'm really good with you.
You are different.
But why, why do I always think of you?
But why do I not feel alive without you?
Love, love, I love you—
you know I'm sincere.
I indeed love you—
but why, why, why?