| Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard
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| Your love is like throwing myself overboard
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| A breakdown on a motorway
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| A heart attack on Christmas day
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| Like scaling a cliff then falling off
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| Like trying not to cough
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| And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
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| There’s no point in trying to turn back now
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| I’m drowned
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| I’m drowned
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| Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit
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| Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute
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| A letter to the wrong address
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| Or red wine on a wedding dress
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| Like broken bones in my playing hand
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| Like trying to swallow sand
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| Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
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| There’s no point in trying to reach dry ground
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| I’m drowned
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| I’m drowned
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| Your love is like one last breath of salty air
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| Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere
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| A wine glass on a concrete floor
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| The overuse of metaphor
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| The straight ahead in a sideways glance
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| Like the misstep in a dance
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| Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
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| I think I’ll just keep swimming down
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| There’s no point in turning round
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| I’m drowned
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| I’m drowned |