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Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care,
But every hope and every prayer rests on you now.



Twisted every way, what answer can I give?



Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?


What I once used to dream I now dread
If he finds me it won’t ever end
And he’ll always be there singing songs in my head