He told her when she played,
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Wings sprouted from her shoulder blades
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And every bone inside her seemed to change.
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So on her fingers moved, over notes she hoped would soothe,
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His jagged soul caressing every groove.
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Oh and how she longed to say, that she'd missed his troubled ways,
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And if she could she'd do it all again.
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Cause sometimes every word has been used,
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And theres nothing left to do
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But hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.
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A year ago today New York City seemed to fall away,
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To leave only the bed in which they laid.
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But an island is just there
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Oh and when the world came flooding back
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Oh the pillars underneath them began to crack
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Now he's sitting on her floor
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She's playing all the minor chords
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Wishing so damn hard he'd kiss her like before.
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Sometimes every word has been used,
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And theres nothing left to do
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But hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.
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Yeah hold the one you can't love in the sweet arms of a tune.
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Cause sometimes every inch of you is bruised,
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And theres nothing left to do
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But hold the one you can't have in the sweet arms of a tune.
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Yeah hold the one you can't love in the sweet arms of a tune.
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Sweet Arms Of A Tune
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Missy Higgins |