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THE HOURS ON THE FIELDS |
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(Author Emma Shapplin / Composer Emma Shapplin) |
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When I met you that day |
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You told me not to see you |
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So, I passed my way |
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But will you dare to be... soon |
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Behind that screen of sun light |
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I swear I felt you alive |
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I held my breath |
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'til you pull back |
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Sing for me |
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That strange softness |
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Dance in me |
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Words dropped out of my lips |
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With no sense |
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Delete my thoughts |
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Count down my fears |
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As the wind blows |
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The hours on the fields |
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The moment I saw you |
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I made you still |
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I try not to believe in you... Dear |
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'cause you're not real |
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Behind that flare of your kind |
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Is there a place I can find |
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To lay down my hopes before I die |
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Sing for me |
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That strange softness |
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Dance in me |
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Words dropped out of my lips |
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With no sense |
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Delete my thoughts |
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Count down my fears |
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As the wind blows |
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The hours on the fields |
