written by Julia Fordham & Simon Climie
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I used to pride myself on always being
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one step ahead of the game
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I thought I had it in line
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thought I knew what was mine
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and then you came
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And unraveled every fibre from
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beneath my solid ground
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I'm feeling like I can't look down
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I'm scared of what I'll find
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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I'm so tempted to lay the whole
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complete truth at your finger tips
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If I gave you it straight would
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my secret be safe behind your lips?
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Or would my guarded notion
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crumble in your care?
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I'm feeling like I can't look down
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I'm scared of what I'll find
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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And sometimes I stall to catch myself
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From sharing all these silent things I've felt
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I'm feeling like I can't look down
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I'm scared of what I'll find
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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I can tell you anything
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but what's really on my mind
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I Can Tell You Anything
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| Julia Fordham |
