I knew that I'd get? like this again
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That's why I try to keep at bay
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Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
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The perfect heart's length away
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The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong
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You never promised me anything
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Even sat me down and warned me just how they fall
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I knew the odds were I'd never win
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Yet here I am
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It's a half life
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With you as my quarterback
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A daft life
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My self-worth measured in text back tempo
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It's been two days and 8 minutes too slow
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Well there may well be others but I still like to pretend
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That I'm the one you really want to grow old with
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Got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet
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You're so much to everyone all the? time
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Will you ever slow down? Will I ever come first?
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The universe contracts to sigh
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It's a half life
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With you as my quarterback
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A daft life
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It's a half life
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With you as my quarterback
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A daft life
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Hold me
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Darling, please
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Hold me
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Darling, please
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You know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be loved
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And maybe you never need more than that
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But for the surplus? that loves, what's to become of us?
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Does it even register on your conscience?
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Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd
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Air compressed tight to explode
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I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out
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As you disappear in a? puff of smoke
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It's a half life
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With you as my quarterback
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A daft life
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Half Life
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Imogen Heap |