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Written by |
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L. Winstanley / |
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S. Robson |
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Sat on a rainy day |
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Recalling a conversation |
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Didn't I hear you say |
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Nothing could keep us apart? |
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Nothing could stop us now, yeah yeah |
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Why do you put on me? |
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Seems your good intentions |
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Are blowing in the breeze |
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Each time we're close to the top |
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We hit rock |
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Chorus Back down to zero |
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Just how low can we go? |
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I aint gonna stick around |
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For you to bring me down |
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Gotta let it go |
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If it ain't real |
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I ain't dealin' with |
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Love on the flipside now |
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Yeah yeah |
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No place you'd rather be |
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Is all you can say as you |
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Open the door to leave |
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Me one more time wonderin' why |
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On one more lonely night, yeah yeah |
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Maybe I put on you |
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Seems my good intentions |
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I just can't see them through |
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Each time we climb to the top |
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Then we drop & we're in a crazy situation |
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Caught up in a habit we just gotta let go |
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No more going back |
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Chorus Back down to zero |
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Just how low can we go? |
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I ain't gonna stick around |
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For you to bring me down |
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Gotta let it go |
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If it ain't real |
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I aint dealin' with |
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Love on the flipside now |
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Yeah yeah |