Beautiful South : Misc

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I Love you from the bottom, of my pencil case

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I love you in the songs, I write and sing

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Love you because, you put me in the rightful place

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And I love the PRS checks, that you bring

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Cheap, never cheap

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I'll sing the songs till you're asleep

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When you've gone upstairs I'll creep

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And write it all down

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Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane

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I wrote so many songs about you, I forget your name (I forget you name)

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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I forget your name

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I love you from the bottom of my pencil case

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I love the way you never ask me why

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I love to write about each wrinkle on your face

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And I love you till my fountain pen runs dry

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Deep, so deep

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The number one I hope to reap

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Depends upon the tears you weep

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So cry lovely cry, cry

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Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

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You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue

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You made me so much money, I wrote this song for you

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too

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So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

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Turned her grief into glory

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So let me talk about Mary, a sad story

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Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds Late at night, by the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory So let me talk about Mary, a sad story Turned her grief into glory Late at night, by the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds Late at night, by the typewriter light She ripped his ribbon to shreds

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I wrote this song for you

Capo:

II

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Line One is the time

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D

When you, you first stayed over at mine

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G

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And we drank our first bottle of wine

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G

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Then we cried

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Two, we're away

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and we both, we both had nowhere to stay

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G

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Well the bus shelters always OK

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when you're young

Bridge

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Now you're older and I look at your face

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G

Every wrinkle is so easy to place

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Bm

And I only write them down just in case

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You should die

Chorus 1

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Just take a look at these crows feet, just look

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Sitting on the prettiest eyes

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Sixty twenty-fifth of Decembers

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Fifty-nine fourth of Julys

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Not through the age or the failure children

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Not through the hate or despise

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Take a good look at these crows feet

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Sitting on the prettiest eyes

Verse 2

Line Three, I forget But I think, I think it was our first ever bet And the horse we backed was short of a leg Never mind Four, in a park And the things, the things that people do in the dark I could hear the faintest beat of your heart Then we did

Repeat bridge

Chorus 2

Just take a look at these crows feet, just look Sitting on the prettiest eyes 60 25th of Decembers 59 4th of Julys You can't have too many good times children You can't have too many lines Take a good look at these crows feet sitting on the prettiest eyes

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Well my eyes look like a map of the town

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And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown

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Bm

But you'll never hear the crack of a frown when you are here

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No you'll never hear the crack of a frown Of a frown...

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I once had a friend who I loved from my heart

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But I went on and left her 'fore I'd made a start

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Em

Now I'm moaning the blues like the rest of the charts

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Take me back

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So I'll cry with a limp

Em

Just get by on a limb

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Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed

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So here's to an old fashioned peck on the cheek

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And farewell my sweet northern rose

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Em

Give me one last love song

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To bring you back, bring you back

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Em

Give me one last video

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D

Just dressed in black, dressed in black

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Give him a chorus and that bit at the end

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Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend

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Let him scream loudly well this love could mend

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Let it die, let it die Those bloody great ballads we hated at first Well I bought them all, now I'm writing worse Save us from baldness and saving the earth Take me back And I'll smile with a limp And I'll love with a limp Till the clouds disappear from above And as the storm moves away all I can say Is there's a towel on the door for your love Give me one last love song To bring you back, bring you back Give me one last video, just dressed in black, dressed in black Give him a chorus and that bit at the end Where he wails on and on 'bout the loss of a friend Let him scream loudly well this love could mend Let it die, let it die, let it die

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If, if you choose that we will always lose

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Well then I'll sail this ship alone

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And if, if you decide to give him another try

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Em

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Well then I'll sail this ship alone

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Well they said if I wrote the perfect love song

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You would take me back

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Em

Well I wrote it, but I lost it

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And now will you take me back anyway Now if, if you insist that this is for the best Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone

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D7

I'll sail this ship alone

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Between the pain and the pleasure

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D7

I'll sail this ship alone

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Amongst the sharks and the treasure

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If you would rather go your way then go your way I'll sail this ship alone If, if you're afraid that I won't make the grade Well then I'll sail this ship alone And if, if you agree to him instead of me Well then I'll sail this ship alone Well they said if I wrote the perfect letter That I would have a chance Well I wrote it, and you burned it And now do I have a chance anyway If, if you swear that you no longer care Well then I'll sail this ship alone

Chorus

Well they said if I burnt myself alive That you'd come running back

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x2

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in That's right

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The conversation we had last night

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When all I wanted to do was

Amaj7

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Knife you in the heart

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I kept it all in

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in Midnight

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A husband getting ready to fight

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The daughter sleeps alone with the

Amaj7

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Light turned on, she hears

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But keeps it all in

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Just like that murder of seventy three

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Just like that robbery of sixty two

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With all these things that have happened to me

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I kept them all in So why d'you keep on telling me now

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x2

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in

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You know your problem

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You keep it all in

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That's sweet

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A

The conversation we had last week

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When you gagged and bound me up to my

Amaj7

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Seat you're right, I do

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I keep it all in

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Just like that murder of seventy three

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Just like that robbery of sixty two

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With all these things that have happened to me

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I kept it all in... I kept it all in

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Ba ba da ba

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I kept it all in

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Ba ba da ba

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I kept it all in

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Ba ba da ba

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I kept it all in

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Yeah, yeah (

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) I kept it all in

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x2

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Old Red eyes is back

A7

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Red from the night before the night before

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A7

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Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

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Old Red's in town

A7

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And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound

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A7

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Just adding to the wrinkles on his deadly frown

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A7

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They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed

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A7

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They're only red from all the women that I could've wed

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A7

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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise

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They could never be blue

A7

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

A7

C

G

They could never be blue

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Listen up Old Red

A7

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G

You never listened to a word the doctor said

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A7

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G

He told you if you drank another you'd be dead

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Old Red eyes is back

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G

His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore

G

A7

C

G

He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw

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A7

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They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head

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A7

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They're only red from all the things I could have done instead

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So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise

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They could never be blue

A7

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

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A7

C

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Blue is a street without an end

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A7

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G/b

Red is the colour of my hell

G/d

A7

C

G/b

Blue is a greeting from a friend

G/d

A7

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G

Red is the color of farewell

G

Old Red he died

A7

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G

And every single landlord in the district cried

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A7

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G

An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his side

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A7

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A lazy little tear running from each eye

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

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They could never be blue

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She's a perfect ten But she wears a twelve

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Baby, keep a little two for me She could be sweet sixteen Bustin' out of the seams But it's still love in the first degree When he's at my gate With a big fat eight You wanna see the smile on my face Even at my door With his poor, poor four There ain't no man can replace

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We love our love in different sizes

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I love her body, especially the lines

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Time takes its toll, but not on the eyes

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Promise me this, take me tonight

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I need a little time To think it over I need a little space Just on my own I need a little time To find my freedom I need a little...

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Funny how quick the milk turns sour, isn't it, isn't it?

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Your face has been looking like that for hours, hasn't it, hasn't it?

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Promises, promises turn to dust

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Wedding bells just turn to rust

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Trust into mistrust I need a little room To find myself I need a little space To work it out I need a little room All alone I need a little... You need a little room for your big head, don't you, don't you You need a little space for a thousand beds, won't you, won't you Lips that promise, fear the worst Tongue so sharp, the bubble burst Just into unjust I've had a little time To find the truth Now I've had a little room To check what's wrong I've had a little time And I still love you I've had a little... You had a little time and you had a little fun, didn't you, didn't you While you had yours, do you think I had none? Do you, do you? The freedom that you wanted bad Is yours for good, I hope you're glad Sad into unsad I had a little time To think it over Had a little room To work it out I found a little courage To call it off I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time I've had a little time

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Em

Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells

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Em

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Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself

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Em

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Let love speak up itself

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So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face

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Am

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Let it breathe into us and put you back in place

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G

Let it breathe, let it breathe

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Am

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From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave

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G

For it will, it will go

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And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello

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There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass

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Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass

Am

"To the world's greatest mum

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C

From the oldest swinger in town"

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Em

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Let love speak up itself

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Em

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Let love speak up itself

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Em

Let it rise up in the morning and take us for a walk

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Let it do the talking when we're to tired to talk

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When we're too tired to talk

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Am

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And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the one I was

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Am

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Let love rot inside and let love palm you off

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G

Let it rot, let it rot

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Am

G

Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot

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G

In a knot, in a knot

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G

Am

G

Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot

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Hang them from a cleaver and say "Look what we've got

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A man and a woman and guess what they forgot"

Am

"To the world's greatest mum

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C

From the oldest swinger in town"

G

Let love speak up itself

Beautiful South : Misc

Song For Whoever

Prettiest Eyes

One Last Love Song

I'll Sail This Ship Alone

You Keep It All In

Old Red Eyes Is Back

Perfect 10

A Little Time

Let Love Speak Up Itself