Turn back the clock, give me my time,
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Give it back to me, return what is mine.
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What you store for me I cannot conceive
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On my sleepless nights, you would not believe.
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Out of my fingers, slipping through my hands
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Like some bird with jeweled feathers
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Like contraband.
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Turn back the clock, give me my time,
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Give it back to me, return what is mine.
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Oh, love, what did you say?
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Did you say you were staying or going away?
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Oh, love, what did you mean?
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Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
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And I gave you my heart and it didn’t even sting
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The song and the promise and the fines over ring.
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What you stole from me I cannot conceive
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I had you down for a lover, never for a thief.
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Oh, love, what did you say?
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Did you say you were staying or going away?
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Oh, love, what did you mean?
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Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
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From a clamor of voices turn me round in the silence
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Turn my body round sideways in the ice cold flow.
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They say time will heal, but it’s flowing like water
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Roll deep in the water like contraband.
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Oh, love, what did you say?
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Did you say you were staying or going away?
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Oh, love, what did you mean?
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Do I read your words or the spaces in between?
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Oh, love, what did you say?
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Did you say you were staying or going away?
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Oh, love, what did you mean?
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Do I read your words or the spaces between?
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Contraband
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| Kirsty McGee |
