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(written by Julia Fordham/Simon Climie) |
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Threadbare, frayed around the edges |
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Down where all |
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I'm getting is you don't care |
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And hoping that |
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I'm wrong |
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I am crushed by your indifference, know |
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I must try |
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To stop wishing if only |
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I Could undo what |
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I've done |
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If I knew then what |
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I know now |
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I would have saved my words somehow |
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Headed underground, crushed without a sound |
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Threadbare |
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Tired from the inside out |
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I'm kind of worn down by the doubt |
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And time will tell how it should be |
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If I knew then what |
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I know now |
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I would have saved my words somehow |
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Headed underground, crushed without a sound |
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Threadbare |
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There's something |
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I'm missing |
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You're not giving me |
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I talk and you listen |
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But will you ever see? |
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If I knew then what |
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I know now |
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I would have saved my words somehow |
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Headed underground, crushed without a sound |
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Threadbare |
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Headed underground, crushed without a sound |
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Threadbare |
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I am tired |
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Something missing you're not giving me |
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Something missing you're not giving me |
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Something missing you're not giving me |
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Something missing you're not giving me |
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Love's a funny thing |
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Love's a funny thing |
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Love's a funny thing |
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Love's a funny thing |
