Seven times I traced your number
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Just one finger to your voice
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Seven times I put the receiver down
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Seven times I tried to write you
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But I cannot make your choice
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Your lips they move,
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But they make no sound
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And what the cost
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What the price
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I'm the brunt of friends' advice
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Don't look up till you feel the ground . . .
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I'm letting go 'cause holdin' on is killing me
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My timing can be criminally slow
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Too little too late
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Criminally slow
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Seven times I asked forgiveness
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Seven times I'll wait you out
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Seasons will change before words come round
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And in my search for reasons
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I will wash away the doubt
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That came wrapped inside a wedding gown
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And what the price
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What the cost
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Is this the poetry of loss
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The past we build is all torn down?
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I'm letting go 'cause holdin' on is killing me
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My timing can be criminally slow
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Is it never too late?
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Criminally slow
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Seven
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| Ellis Paul |
