| I don’t have the glasses to hold the champagne
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| To celebrate the moment you’re in my arms again
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| I don’t the breath to blow the balloons
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| All that I’m hoping is you’re coming home soon
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| I don’t have the bunting or supply of cigars
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| The 'Welcome Home' banners to hang from the bars
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| All that I have is these arms that I own
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| To put 'round your waist and pull you back home
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| Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon
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| And all that I own is this untidy room
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| Bed for my sleeping, table for tea
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| And love makes you happy, apparently
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| I can’t hold the tears to write you this song
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| To welcome you back after loving you so long
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| And I ain’t got the money to buy you the ride
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| To get you from there to here by my side
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| Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon
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| And all that I own is this untidy room
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| Bed for my sleeping, table for tea
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| And love makes you happy, apparently
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| As I wait at the station, a rose in my hand
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| I don’t have a choir or a military band
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| Glass made to shatter, eggs made to break
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| But sure as I’m standing, a heart’s made to ache
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| Strike out the fanfare, she’s coming home soon
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| And all that I own is this untidy room
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| Bed for my sleeping, table for tea
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| And love makes you happy, apparently
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| And love makes you happy, apparently
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| Love makes you happy, apparently
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| And love makes you happy, apparently… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Makes You Happy, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song Crooked Calypso, in the genre Поп