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Trouble's what you're in
In that dress that's as black as my heart on this train
Trouble's what you're in
Trouble
With those lips that's as red as the blood in my veins
Trouble,
You know it,
Trouble,
Soft Target
Trouble's what you're in
Coz it's a long way to London Bridge in them heels babe
Trouble's what you're in
Trouble
coz it's amazing how much one look can reveal
Trouble,
You know it,
Trouble,
Soft Target
Trouble's what you're in
Coz I've been waiting for just one look...
Trouble,
You know it,
Trouble,
Soft Target
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I don't know if you notice anything different.
It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long
And I don't know if you even notice at all
That I'm long gone
And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing
I don't know if you notice anything missing
Like the leaves on the trees or my clothes all over the floor
And I don't know if you even notice at all
'Cause I was real quiet when I closed the door
And the things that keep us apart
Keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive
Keep me alone
This is the thing
And I don't know if you notice anything different
I don't know if you even notice at all
This is the thing
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I ain't being funny, I ain't got the brakes
I ain't got the aces, I ain't got the stakes
If Only
I ain't got the nerve, I ain't got the makings of
the man you deserve, I ain't got the time
If Only
I'll be right on the train, up to town to, take you out again
Right on the train, first one outta here, to take you out again
I ain't got the bullshit, and I ain't got the lies
I ain't got the memories of tears in your eyes
If Only
I'd be right on the money, I'd be right on time
I'd be right about everything that's bin all on my mind
If Only
I'll be right on the train, up to town to, take you out again
Right on the train, first one outta here, to take you out again
You got a new man, and he sounds great
I got a new girl who treats me right
If Only
I'd be right on the train, first one out
Up to town to take you out
Again
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I really miss your blueberry pancakes
I don't buy maple syrup in Asda no more
Sunday morning cooking em up
wearing my t-shirt, I'm lifting it up
And now I'm in the Holly Bush baby, the Holly Bush
The Holly Bush baby
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
And everything else is momentary and
Everything else just stops
I'll have another pint of Stella please Brooke
And I remember before this place was so cool and so full and
I remember you wearing a yellow t-shirt
and you had a friend, I was dying to meet her and we did
back in the day
And now I'm in the Holly Bush baby, the Holly Bush
The Holly Bush baby
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
And everything else is momentary and
Everything else just stops
Everyone else is secondary
Everyone else is temporary
and I read into the letter that is filled with beauty
the beauty of what was, what is, and what won't be
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
Sitting at the table where it all began for us...
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I used to live on cloud 9 now I moved to 8
I do serious business in surreal estate
You are on the edge but you'll have to wait
To blow out all the candles on your birthday cake
You're really gonna get your share
You're really gonna get your share
Light a friendly fire in your neighbourhood
Nobody is watching your misunderstood
If you got no good ideas then you need business plans
And if you got no grooving feet then you need helping hands
You're really gonna get your share
You're really gonna get your share
Close your ears and slowly start to count to 5
tell your mama we're on amulation overdrive
There's no second nature, well I know you knew
Subjectivity and different points of view
You're really gonna get your share
You're really gonna get your share
I'm sure you're gonna get your share
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And we're under the same stars
And that's as close as we get tonight
It only took the once to know how special we could be
if we were left alone
And we're under the same stars
And that's the same ones we were
Under last night when they were smiling on us and
We could be
Left alone
And we're under the same stars
And that's as close as we get for now and
I walk up Apple Hill and wonder where you're sleeping
Please...
Left Alone
And we're under the same stars....
And we're under the same stars
And that's as close as we get tonight
It only took the once to know how special we could be
And we're under the same stars, And we're under the same stars
And we're under the same stars, And we're under the same stars
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I know it happened so fast
These things test us baby
Distance and time and
So many roads to take
I know bad things happen to
Good people like them and us
Distance and time are no protection from bad luck
So many roads
So many crossroads
I know I'm leaving early
These things test us baby
Distance and time and so many moves to make
So many roads
So many crossroads
I tried to stop the fire spreading from
Under my feet to under our bed
Distance and time are no protection from
The rules we break
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If it's on it's on for good
Coz when it's gone it's gone for good, let me tell you
And if you stayed over, you know we would, if we could
Put it back together piece by piece
Put it back together
Make it good
If I
Breathe in the future, breathe out the past
Savour this moment as long as it lasts, let me tell you
Put it back together piece by piece
Put it back together
Make it good
If you stayed over I'd make it so sweet
I'd make you remember, baby, from your head to your feet
If you go now babe we'll never know
If you go now babe we'll never know
If you go now babe we'll never know
How It Ends
So
Make it good
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Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll have the next letter
Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll ever make me feel better
Looking at the streetlight, when it's lit there'll be a night waiting
I fumble with the paper, see the words you wrote are already fading
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting
Staring in the mirror did you finds another true beauty
A girl with bluer eyes and
A girl who never tired and moody
Time on my mind, it's a funny thing
I just wanna hear you
The words that you sent are the only thing that makes me feel near you
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting
I've been waiting
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