So young for death,
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We walk in shoes too big
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But you play it like a poet,
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Like you always did.
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And I lay face upturned on the palm of God,
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Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams,
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They haunted me,
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Consoling me.
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And I would like to call, call it beauty,
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
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And I would like to call it beauty, ....
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You slept a sigh like the angels speak,
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And we danced into tomorrow on bleeding feet
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And I had thought that I would die here
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But you pushed me on,
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You pushed me on,
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You pushed me on
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(Oh) And I would like to call it beauty,
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
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And I would like to call it beauty, ....
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You can keep it all locked up in your leaden chest
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Or you can lay mouth open on the water's edge
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But all your angels and your God will stitch and wash you
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Oh I would like to call, call it beauty,
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Strained as love's become, it still amazes me
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And I would like to call it beauty, ....
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I Would Like To Call It Beauty
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| Corinne Bailey Rae |
