Strokes of dark, a brush of light,
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I watch you bring your canvas into light.
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Oh I know thats how you see the world,
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I know that you see anything you like.
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But now I'm doubting me,
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I know I shouldn't be but
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I've been down, I've been down
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Cause it was love wasn't it?
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Well its killing me not having it.
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Its hard to not remeber,
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Forget its not the same,
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When still you come and tell me
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'sorry I came without an invitation-just wanted to be loved.'
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The last perfect thing,
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You know that you bring me back to life.
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On and on and on and on,
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I think about you all day long,
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I need you to be stronger.
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Cause now I'm doubting me -
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I know I shouldn't be but
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I've been down, I've been down
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Cause it was love...
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Yeah, I hear the sound,
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And I know that you'll be
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Coming round - you know I'll wait for you.
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Oh love, its killing me not having it.
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I need you to
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Be stronger, don't wanna hear the sound,
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'cause rocks upoun my window mean that you're coming round.
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And how could I resist when I think you're still in love.
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How can I move on when I wanna be in love with you.
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Rocks
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| Ben Jelen |
