Every time I see you I got that feeling that I've seen you before
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And each time I try to talk to you I just get the feeling that I'm being a bore
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And I'm sitting down with my hands on my head
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And all I'm thinking about is a shadow falling over my mind
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And I feel if I get to talk to you
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Like something's gotta... like the suns gotta shine
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It's always been so difficult to talk to you in my small dark place
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And everything I feel so strange about keeps on changing its shape
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One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead
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Until that day I'll just try and dream of you inside my head
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You were soiled
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You are now
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I want you
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To feel real blue
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All my life I'm beginning to feel like
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I'm running to where nothing really exists
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And I... write a thought of mine on my t-shirt instead
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I feel like a child, I put pen to paper and I'm beginning to cry
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And all you can do is absorb my tears when I do not say bye bye
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You're so good
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You are mine
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I'm so bad
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When I don't shine
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You're so fine out of time
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You're so cruel to this fool
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I wanna talk but all is blocked and I just don't know every what to say
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And every night I'm dreaming, dreaming
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Hurt Prone
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| Graham Coxon |
