Hazel O`Connor
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If I were to tell you - I was leaving, really leaving this time
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If I were to say hey, see me walk out of your door
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Would you believe me, would you tell me
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you still need me
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Oh come on - cause this time
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I've gone for sure - and there must be more
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All we need is the time to breathe and
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the time is running short
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There must be more - there must be more -
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there must be more
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Well let me tell you baby
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You and me survive it seems just to fight our private war
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There must be more -
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there must be more - there must be more
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Dressed in all your layers, I lost sight of just
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who you really are
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Dull are the feelings that once sent us reeling
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Was it a thing called love?
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All seems so far now, you give more reciprocation
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to your shiny motor car
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Well I've gone for sure - and there must be more hey
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All we need is the time to breathe and
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the time is running short
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There must be more -
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there must be more - there must be more
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Well let me tell you baby
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You and me survive it seems just to fight our private war
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There must be more
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there must be more - there must be more
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You never ask for much, you only ask for my money
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I would get close to you if you could let me through
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Let me through
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Private War
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| Hazel O'Connor |
