| Well I don’t know if I’m wrong
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| Cause she’s only just gone
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| Here’s to another relationship
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| Bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease
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| I’m sure when I’m older I’ll know what that means
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| Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
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| Here’s to the man with his face in the mud
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| And an overcast play just taken away
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| From the lover’s in love at the centre of stage yeah
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| Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
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| For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind
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| Loving is good if your dick’s made of wood
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| And the dick left inside only half understood her
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| What makes her come and what makes her stay?
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| What make the animal run, run away yeah
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| What makes him stall, what makes him stand
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| And what shakes the elephant now
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| And what makes a man?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| No I don’t know you any more
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| No, no, no, no…
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| I don’t know if I’m wrong
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| 'Cause shes only just gone
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| Why the fuck is this day taking so long
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| I was a lover of time and once she was mine
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| I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed
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| Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
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| Well closer to god is the one who’s in love
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| And I walk away cause I can
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| Too many options may kill a man
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| Loving is fine if it’s not in your mind
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| But I’ve fucked it up now, too many times
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| Loving is good if it’s not understood
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| Yeah, but I’m the professor
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| And feel that I should know
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| What makes her come and what makes her stay?
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| What make the animal run, run away and
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| What makes him tick apart from him prick
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| And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick
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| I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| No I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| No I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Hell I don’t know you any more
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| No, no, no no…
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| Well I don’t know if I’m wrong
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| 'Cause she’s only just gone
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| Here’s to another relationship
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| Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
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| I finished it off with some French wine and cheese
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| La fille danse
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| Quand elle joue avec moi
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| Et je pense que je l’aime des fois
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| Le silence, n’ose pas dis-donc
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| Quand on est ensemble
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| Mettre les mots
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| Sur la petite dodo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Professor & La Fille Danse , by - Damien Rice. Song from the album B-Sides, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня