| I was sitting on a Futon Couch
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| In a far off town where the desert meets the sea
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| You were only wrapped in a towel when you walked out
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| A spare room in my friend’s house
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| Oh, I feel I met you before
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| Something inside me is trying to remember a story
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| Oh, I think I’ve loved you, I’ve loved you before
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| Something is tugging my sleeve like a secret, whispered from the future
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| Maybe this is us, now
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| Maybe this is us
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| Hey, hey, whadda ya say?
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| Wanna make history start today?
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| Hey, boy, whadda ya say we jump?
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| From here
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| Hey, whadda ya thinking?
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| Leaning against the kitchen sink
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| 'Cause I see everything now
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| You were never gonna leave that town
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| Where your friends always drop by, unannounced, for tea
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| Oh, and where the pain of the world was swallowed
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| When the sunset wiped you clean
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| Oh, I knew I’d heard it before
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| Nothing is changing
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| Till everything changes at once
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| Oh, I knew I felt it, right down to my core
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| Something was writing itself on the walls of our future hearts
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| Hey, hey, whadda ya say?
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| Wanna make history start today?
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| Hey, boy, whadda ya say we jump?
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| From here
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| Hey, know what I think?
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| You’ll be kissing me against the kitchen sink
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| 'Cause I see everything now
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| Oh, 'cause I see water
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| Spilling on the land
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| I see a frosted window
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| And the prints of a small hand
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| I see the lights out
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| Fingers intertwined
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| I see a cup thrown in silence
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| In the breaking of the night
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| I see me walking towards you
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| To the sound of Colin Hay
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| I see the earth is split
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| Down the centre of our plane
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| But I see it’s worth it
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| 'Cause I see it all now
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| (Hey, hey, whadda ya say?)
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| (Wanna make history start today?)
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| (Hey, boy, whadda ya say we jump?)
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| (Hey, hey, whadda ya say?)
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| (Wanna make history start today?)
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| Sitting on this futon couch
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| (Hey, boy, whadda ya say we jump?)
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| I’m on the edge
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| (Hey, know what I think?)
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| (You'll be kissing me against the kitchen sink)
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| Sitting on the edge now
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| ('Cause I see everything now) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Futon Couch, artist - Missy Higgins. Album song The Special Ones - Best Of, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня