| Some things are too painful to say out loud
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| Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud
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| Words fly through his mouth
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| Like paper butterflies
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| Well they flutter around and put holes in your side
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| And he’s half in love with Elizabeth
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| And he’s half in love with you
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| I knew that you were thinking of him last night
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| 'Cos I saw the blood seep down to your toes
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| Yes, hideaway if you must
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| But how can you put your trust
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| In a man who always sleeps in his clothes?
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| And he’s half in love with Elizabeth
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| And he’s half in love with you
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| And he’s half in love with Elizabeth
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| And he’s half in love with you
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| You’re the sweet scent on an envelope
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| Or the photo in its book
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| But if you pin your hopes to his ???
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| I’m afraid the bubble will burst
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| I’m afraid that the bubble just might burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| The bubble will burst
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| And he’s half in love with Elizabeth
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| And he’s half in love with you
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| And he’s half in love with Elizabeth
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| And he’s half in love with you |