Do you know what it's like to be in love with you?
I can't explain my actions
I can't explain my reasons for going too far
Now I know I've lost you
Someone I never had from the start
Too many times today
I'll call you
Knowing you will watch it ring
How many times can I say I'm sorry,
and without you I'm dwindling
Dwindling
Do you know what it's like to be in love with you?
Maybe then you'll be halfway to understanding
I can't explain my reasons for going to far
Were we such a bad thing?
Lord take me back to the start
Too many times today
I'll call you
Knowing you will watch it ring
How many times can I say I'm sorry,
and without you I'm dwindling
Dwindling
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Frankie Martinelli
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