11 января 2015 года в11.01.2015 19:27 4 0 10 1

Just as you take my hand

Just as you write my number down

Just as the drinks arrive

Just as they play your favourite song

As the magic disappears

No longer wound up like a spring

Before you've had too much

Come back and focus again

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Before you run away from me

Before you're lost between the noise

The beat goes round and round

The beat goes round and round

I never really got there

I just pretended that I had

What's the point of instruments

Words are a sawed off shotgun

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