Walking down Brick Lane, feel the blue.
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Winds blowing lightly and I picture you.
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Sweet Sunday morning, with nothing to do.
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Love is like a dream, when it's just me and you.
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Open my window, sing me a song.
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Baby can't you see that this is where I belong
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With your hand in my hand, still feel feel the love
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Really wish that we could go back to the way that it was.
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They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.
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Oh, but I can't be without you any longer.
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Everytime I let it go, baby it's you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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Sweet sunday morning, all by myself.
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Hard love what we've done, when with anyone else.
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Watch my mascara dripping down.
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Baby how did we end up like this? Where are you now?
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They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.
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Oh, but I can't be without you any longer.
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Everytime I let it go, baby it's you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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I'm running fast, as fast as I can, to get you back, just to get you back again.
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I can not wait, I can not wait, if we can be, we can be us again.
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I cry at night, cry at night, I'll cry for all the words, all the words I didn't say.
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Sweet Sundays, sweet Sundays.
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They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.
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Oh, but I can't be without you any longer.
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Everytime I let it go, baby it's you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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Nothing compares to you.
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Nothing Compares
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| Pixie Lott |
