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Next Time We Speak

I’ve decided that it’s finally time to get my desire for you off my chest.

The next time we speak I’ll put my heart to the test.

Being with you would feel like a fulfilled destiny.

I ask myself everyday if I think it’s really meant to be.

I don’t think it because I believe in it, but maybe that’s just me.

Why should I wait when I believe this love is true?

Because if I ever fall in love, I’ll always want to be right next to you.

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