Threw some chords together
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The combination D-E-F
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Is who I am, is what I do
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No one's gonna let it down for you
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Try to focus my attention
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But I feel so A-D-D
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I need some help, some inspiration
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(But it's not coming easily)
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Whoah oh...
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Trying to find the magic
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Trying to write a classic
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Don't you know, don't you know, don't you know?
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Waste-bin full of paper
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Clever rhymes, see you later
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These words are my own
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>From my heart flown
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I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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There's no other way
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To better say
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I love you, I love you...
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Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
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Resided in over a Hip-Hop beat
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I'm having trouble saying what I mean
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With dead poets and drum machines
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I know I had some studio time booked
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But I couldn't find a killer hook
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Now you're gonna raise the bar right up
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Nothing I write is ever good enough
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These words are my own
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From my heart flown
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I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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There's no other way
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To better say
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I love you, I love you...
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I'm getting off my stage
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The curtains pull away
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No hyper bowl to hide behind
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My naked soul exposes
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Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..
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Trying to find the magic
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Trying to write a classic
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Waste-bin full of paper
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Clever rhymes, see you later
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These words are my own
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>From my heart flown
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I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
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There's no other way
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To better say
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I love you...
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I love you, is that okay...?
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These words are my own
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| natasha bedingfield |
