what could i tell you
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that wouldn't just scare you
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what could i tell you
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that wouldn't send you packing
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cuz nothing would be good enough for me
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nothing would be good enough for me
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last night i dragged out
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all the old pictures,
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hung up the crutches
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and drew up the pages
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and let a new world fascinate
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and a simple structure radiate
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and all that's left to tailgate
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behind me is the new world
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what could i tell you
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that just wouldn't tear you
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apart from all the movement
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at night there is no movement
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i passed on the papers
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i snuffed out the candles
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i jumped on a steam train
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i lied to a lover
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and let a new world fascinate
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and a simple structure radiate
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and all that's left to tailgate
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behind me is the new world
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but maybe if i told you slowly
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that we are on our own
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that we are the same
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two falling now
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it two falling far
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nothing would be good enough for me
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nothing would be good enough
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and let a new world fascinate
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and a simple structure radiate
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and all that's left to tailgate
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behind me is the new world
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What Could I Tell You
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| Hawksley Workman |
