I
Dear, I want you to sing it with me,
To touch every sound, every line.
You know how my lips count to three,
And take you away through the night...
I want you to hear my voice,
To see how I fly without you.
It was only your foolish choice -
You could do it or not do...
Chorus_
Give me... Give me the microphone!
I'll scream it, I'll shout it to you to hear
I'll tell you, your heart was made of stone...
I knew it, I loved you, my dear.
II
Honey, I knew it will end without you,
And you will get lost in the dark.
But I'll tell what I want to do
With this fading and crying spark.
I want you to hear my voice,
To see how I fly without you.
It was only your foolish choice -
You could do it or not do...
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Give me the microphone!
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