You look a lot, lot better tonight
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You and I should go out for a fight
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We need a holiday
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But not today, another day
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You need eyes in the front of your head
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And a spine with a built in bed
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I don't want anybody else to know
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So I wont be telling them
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I love you, for all the things you do
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But I can't even recall your name
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Something beautiful about it though
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Well good luck to your lady tonight
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I took a piece of her heart, well not quite
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She stole a piece of mine
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Chewed it up and threw it back
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I need help to get over pain
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But the memories still remain
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I loved her friendly eyes
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The way they looked at each other
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It moves me to tears, like a horror film
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And I don't even recall her name
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There's something beautiful about it though
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Now there's a good, good feeling tonight
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Just a feeling that something is right
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We can minimalise the pain
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Forget that is was ever there
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Look at all the possibles
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Throw answers out to the world
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Its hard, its hard, its hard
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Its hard, its hard, its hard
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Its hard when you don't know how
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But I'll be here to throw you some clues
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Don't even have to know your name
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Something beautiful about it though
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Forty days and forty fights
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Forty days and forty fights
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40 Days & 40 Fights
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Badly Drawn Boy |