written by Julia Fordham
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The news just filtered through
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There's a new girl hanging out with you
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I'd kill the messenger
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But she's my friend and I love her
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And I know she tells me this for my own good
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'Cause she knows I've not moved on
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like a wise girl should
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Now she's lying in my place
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With the right to kiss my favourite face
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Now she's curled up in my chair
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Your fingers in her hair
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It's more than I can bear
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I do the best I can
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To go along with God's good plan
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He thinks it's obvious
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There's no hope for the two of us
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So I know he's doing this for my own good
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'Cause she knows I've not moved on
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like a wise girl should
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Now she's lying in my place
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With the right to kiss my favourite face
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Now she's curled up in my chair
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Your fingers in her hair
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It's more than I can bear
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Some may say life is for living
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But this takes some forgiving
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And I will try to
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Now she's lying in my place
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With the right to kiss my favourite face
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Now she's curled up in my chair
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Your fingers in her hair
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It's more than I can bear
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It's more than I can bear
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More Than I Can Bear
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| Julia Fordham |
