Held your standards close to heart
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But late one night you threw them down
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Simple promises you said you'd never break
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But now you have
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All throughout the morning though
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I'm begging no
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Your lips they stay perfectly still
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Still... still...
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Did he fill the empty spaces
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Was he everything I'm not?
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There's no force behind my mouth
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But in just three words
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He brings you down
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There's a movement
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Out the door
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I swear but no
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Your lips they stay perfectly still
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Still... still... still...
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Still
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
