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The signs were there when I walked out of the room
You hugged me close and smiled
I didn't think it much

I came back and you were curled up in bed
I asked what's wrong (I don't want crude interpretations)
(so) I'm (so) not patronising

You hugged me close then I saw you were crying
I asked what's wrong (you don't have to tell me, really)
I held you against me
You said 'I-knew-ew-you-d-ne-never-let-t-me-'
And the rest was carried away by imagination