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She reads a book from across the street,
Waiting for someone that she´ll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I´m always in a good mood.
Killin´ time before she struts her stuff,
She needs support and I´ve become the crutch.
She´ll never know how much she means to me.
I´d play the game but I´m the referee.

Surrender
 every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender
 every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender
 all the pain we´ve endured until now.
Surrender
 all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.

Even though I know what I´m lookin´ for,
She´s got a brick wall behind her door.
I´d travel time and confess to her,
But I´m afraid she´d shoot the messenger.

Surrender
 every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender
 every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender
 all the pain we´ve endured until now.
Surrender
 all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender
yourself to me.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don´t belong to me.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds,
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds.
Searching until my hands bleed,