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But it’s much as I can do you know to figure you out
And I must confess, my hearts in broken pieces
And my heads a mess

The Fratellis-Whistle For The Choir

I can see the hurt behind your smile

I walk beside you
Wherever you are.

Sing…

For the love you bring won’t mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing

swimming in a fish bowl, 
year after year, 
running over the same old ground. What have we found? 
The same old fears, 
wish you were here. 

And I,

 I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

so you can be on top for once. 

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