| I watched her smile
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| Dissolve like Alka-Seltzer
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| And In all honesty
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| Man, I wish I could have helped her
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| But the words I spoke
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| Fell laden to the ground
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| Hitting that carpet
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| With a muffled clanging sound
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| I remember sitting later on the 253
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| Trying not to cry but the cry’s on me
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| Sick to my stomach, feel so guilty
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| But I can’t change the fact that
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| She had nothing that I needed
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| So over years the love receded
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| A bit like her old man’s hair line
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| And mine
|
| And at first she was all that I could see
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| Till other girls appeared In my periphery
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| And we lost something or so it seems
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| Faded like her favourite jeans
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| I can’t read her face
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| It’s in an unknown language
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| I just hold her pretty hand
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| 'coz that’s about all I can manage
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| I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way
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| Knowing I’m a selfish bastard
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| She’ll be thanking me one day
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| And maybe we can even part this disaster
|
| I remember sitting later on the 253
|
| Trying not to cry but the cry’s on me
|
| Sick to my stomach feeling so guilty
|
| But I can’t change the fact that
|
| She had nothing that I needed
|
| So over years the love receded
|
| A bit like her old man’s hair line
|
| And mine
|
| And at first she was all that I could see
|
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery
|
| And we lost something or so it seems
|
| Faded like her favourite jeans
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
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| No, No, No, No Promises
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
|
| No Promises, No Promises
|
| And this is the final curtain call
|
| As in and out of love we fall
|
| And it’s too late to change that
|
| Also too late to explain that
|
| She had nothing that I needed
|
| So over years the love receded
|
| A bit like her old man’s hair line
|
| And mine
|
| And at first she was all that I could see
|
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery
|
| And we lost something or so it seems
|
| Faded like her favourite jeans
|
| She had nothing that I needed
|
| So over years the love receded
|
| A bit like her old man’s hair line
|
| And mine
|
| And at first she was all that I could see
|
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery
|
| And we lost something or so it seems
|
| Faded like her favourite jeans
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
|
| No Promises, No Promises
|
| No, No, No, No Promises
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| No, No, No, No Promises
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| No, No, No, No Promises
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| No Promises, No Promises |