You don't like it in the shadows
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but you won't let me shine a light
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I would wash away your troubles
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But it seems
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The more that I hold on
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The more that you let go
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And I know, you better let somebody love you
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or find yourself, on your own
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Tell me why all the best laid plans
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fall apart in your hands
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And my good intentions never end,
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the way I meant
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If we don't talk about the future
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Then should I just, follow you into the dark
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Yeah, and does your silence keep you cold
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While the cracks form on my heart
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Tell me why all the best laid plans
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fall apart in your hands
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And my good intentions never end,
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the way I meant
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It seems to me some fine friends have watched you turn your back
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It seems you only want the things that you can't have.
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Tell me why all the best laid plans
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fall apart in your hands
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And my good intentions never end,
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the way I meant
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Best Laid Plans
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James Blunt |