The first girl that I fell for was a fair and faithful fighter
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She smouldered with a will to save the world
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I did my best to help her, yeah I stood shoulder to shoulder
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On the front lines with my visionary girl
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I wish that she had cared for me
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But in the end her ideologies
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Occupied the fortress of her heart
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I wrote her 15 songs, but still we had to part
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And if music was the food of love
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Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
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Well music, it's my substitute for love
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The last girl that I loved she was a low and lusty liar
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She set my heart on fire, but made me choke
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Her beauty was a sight to see, but she didn't save it all for me
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I found other fires by following the smoke
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I wish that she had either cared for me or
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let be me
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But she chased me from mind and from my home
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I wrote her 16 songs, but I ended up alone
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And if love is really all that we need
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Then even all my singing is never gonna save me
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Music it's my substitute for love
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Well I've had many different girls inside my bed
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But only one or two inside my head
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These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead
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But oh, what I would give, not to stumble but to really fall in love
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And I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me
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Substitute
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| Frank Turner |
