When the beat of your mind,
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Starts to sway out of time,
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Like the first song of the night.
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You can say that you won't,
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But you know oh oh you might.
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And she's there in the hall,
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With her praises and all,
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Yet her hand swears not to tell.
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Cost a lie to meet you,
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Fare-the-well.
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And it seems when you wake,
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Every movement you make,
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You can count on your rastful luck.
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There's a sight or a song,
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That kicks those feelings up.
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Its the way you have carried,
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It over the years,
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And the feeling its all too fast.
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You were pouring your heart,
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From glass to glass.
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Glass To Glass
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
