| I’m impossible she’s exciting
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| Bound together with joined up writing
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| In the church I heard a bell ring
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| In a bar I heard a girl sing
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| She sings solo, I see double
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| Moments vanish, her love so subtle
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| I went home it’s not surprising
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| Words were few and realizing
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| I was deep in my points of view
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| So interested to talk to you, talk to you
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| Talk to you, talk to you, talk to you
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| She’s romantic and I’m selected
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| Glances swapped and thoughts collected
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| By her song it’s not her singing
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| Words were few the bell was ringing
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| On the table my cards are shuffled
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| Words take time to get so muddled
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| I’m off home, I’m shy but eager
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| Tomorrow comes I hope to see her
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| On the stage with her velvet voice
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| Though some would say that it’s just a noise
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| Just a noise, just a noise, just a noise, just a noise
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| I bit off more than I could chew
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| So interested in my points of view
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| Trial and jury swear on the bible
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| I’m too drunk and unreliable
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| I’m too drunk for conversation
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| Though I wait for invitation
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| She’s exciting I’m uninvited
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| Fifteen rounds this love I’ve fighted
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| I’ll walk home and curse the heavens
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| Lost on points our love was flattened
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| Maybe she had other things to do
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| And didn’t want any points of view
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| Points of view, points of view
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| Points of view, points of view
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| Oh, maybe she had other things to do
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| And didn’t want any points of view
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| Points of view, points of view |