There’s on line
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that each time said will capture you
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As I pine in my wine
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I may feel it’s true
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Said so easily but meant casually
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At one time I said I’m in love with you
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It’s a fine way
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to treat a lady I’ve just meet
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Feeling is written in her eyes
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with me just desperate
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So sad as I plea but still running free
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I might say that I may be in love with you
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Maybe it’s rough
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but I’m feeling rough
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I’m sorry for the plans you made
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I’m sorry I just had you laid
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I said sorry but I do think
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everything that you think
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But I’m not the kind to stay
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so I must say
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Sorry for the hurt in you
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I’m sorry for what I must do
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I said sorry if I knew how
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everything would turn out
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Sorry for those things I said
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Just to get you in my bed
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I’m so sorry I’m so sorry
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And to you I gave every drop I had
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I woo you as you chew thru
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hours ending sad
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But in my way I’ll mean it when I say
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The one line that each time said
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will capture you
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And I know it may seem tough
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but I’m full of stuff
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I said sorry for the plans you made
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I’m sorry I just had you laid
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I said sorry but I do think
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everything that you think
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But I’m not the kind to stay
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so I must say
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Sorry for the hurt in you
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So sorry for what I must do
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I say sorry my burning loads me
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Sorry my guilt explodes me
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Sorry my heart erodes me
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I’m sorry for those things I said
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Just to get you in my bed
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I’m sorry I’m sorry
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Sorry
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| Simon Townshend |
