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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I'm impossible she's exciting |
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Bound together with joined up writing |
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In the church |
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I heard a bell ring |
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In a bar |
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I heard a girl sing |
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She sings solo i see double |
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Moments vanish her love so subtle |
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I went home |
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It's not surprising |
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Words were few |
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And realising |
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I was deep in my points of view |
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So interested to talk to you talk to you |
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She' s romantic and i'm selected |
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Glances swapped and thoughts collected |
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By her song |
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It's not her singing |
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Words were few |
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The bell was ringing |
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On the table my cards are shuffled |
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Words take time to get so muddled |
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I'm off home |
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I'm shy but eager |
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Tomorrow comes |
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I hope to see her |
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On the stage with her velvet voice |
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Though some would say that it's just a noise |
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I bit off more than i could chew |
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So interested in my points of view points of view |
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Trial and jury swear on the bible |
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I'm too drunk and unreliable |
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I'm too drunk |
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For conversation |
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Though i wait for invitation |
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She's exciting i'm uninvited |
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Fifteen rounds this love i've fighted |
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I'll walk home |
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And curse the heavens |
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Lost on points |
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Our love was flattened |
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Maybe she had other things to do |
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And didn't want any points of view |
