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Words & music by andy summers |
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Though it's me that's on fire not this cigarette |
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I was stabbed in the back by that young suffragette |
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And what do i care if she leaves me alone |
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If i need somebody i'll pick up the phone |
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I'll put on my good face, clean up the flat |
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I'm starting all over good bye to all that |
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Put on some music and pour out a drink |
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I'll go back to bed and i'll try not to think |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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She was a person i just couldn't see |
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And i tried to make her what she couldn't be |
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We tried and we tried, but of course in the end |
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I drove her crazy and right 'round the bend |
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Now it's too much to just sit here and cry |
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I can't be seen with a tear in my eye |
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Why am i standing right next to the phone? |
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When i kept on saying i must be alone |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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I love you, why didn't i say that before |
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I guess that it's safe now she's walked through the door |
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It's hard when you know that you've got to go on |
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Feeling so weak and pretending your strong |
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I didn't see her i only felt me |
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And one day i'll learn just which part of me bleeds |
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Now that she's gone i know she was great |
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But i fucked it up and now it's too late |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
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Someone to talk to, someone to talk to |
