We might kiss when we are alone
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When nobody's watching
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We might take it home
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We might make out when nobody's there
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It's not that we're scared
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It's just that it's delicate
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So why do you fill my sorrow
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With the words you've borrowed
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From the only place you've know
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And why do you sing Hallelujah
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If it means nothing to you
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Why do you sing with me at all?
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We might live like never before
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When there's nothing to give
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Well how can we ask for more
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We might make love in some sacred place
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The look on your face is delicate
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So why do you fill my sorrow
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With the words you've borrowed
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From the only place you've know
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And why do you sing Hallelujah
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If it means nothing to you
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Why do you sing with me at all?
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So why do you fill my sorrow
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With the words you've borrowed
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From the only place you've know
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And why do you sing Hallelujah
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If it means nothing to you
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Why do you sing with me at all?
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Delicate
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| Damien Rice |
