I have to admit that I am one of the many who thought that a guitar would win him a lady.
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My teenage years, they were a feminine drought, and I thought that a seranade would help out.
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It seemed to be working for a couple of years - I wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears -
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But when I hit my twenties, it ran out of steam. I seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue.
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And I never know which song I should play her, each melody is
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A memory of a not-forgotten failure.
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So when I get out my guita tonight, to do what I do, remember:
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I probably didn't write this song for you.
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And so as I have mentioned, the shelf-life was short - the plan wasn't working, despite what I thought.
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My ladies all left me alone in the end, so I had to switch the names around and sing it again.
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Every life-long-love, and every best friend, slips away into the past.
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Take my words with caution, I can't pretend that you're the first.
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You won't be the last.
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Romantic Fatigue
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| Frank Turner |
