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By Nerina Pallot, Hey was there something that you wanted to say?
I don't
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By Nerina Pallot, Years ago, you said to me,
"I think I'm losing the
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By Nerina Pallot, I've got a friend
he's a pure bred killing machine.
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By Nerina Pallot, In the race to get out of this place,
I am
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By Nerina Pallot, I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple
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By Nerina Pallot, In a little while,
People and places will be so far
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By Nerina Pallot, In the back of a car on a road in
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By Nerina Pallot, Oh, this road is long, this road is wide,
It takes
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By Nerina Pallot, Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same
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By Nerina Pallot, Here is my story-
A little sad of soul, a little
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By Nerina Pallot, 5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,
Spilling out
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By Nerina Pallot, Oh the lights here are beautiful
Strung like chandeliers in
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By Nerina Pallot, Brother won't you look at the sky
There's something burning so
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By Nerina Pallot, Tinkerbell, my winged friend, I think we got it wrong.
No
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By Nerina Pallot, Love is the one thing to rely on
And as long
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By Nerina Pallot, Venus loved Dapne and so did Apollo
So why can't I
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By Nerina Pallot, Dear Frustrated Superstar, your mother's waiting in the car
To whisk
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By Nerina Pallot, God is good, I never understood
All the darkness in his
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By Nerina Pallot, Well it could have been a Sunday
Or it could have
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By Nerina Pallot, Oh good Lord above, i'm immune to the love of
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By Nerina Pallot, Thousands, no millions of hours
We've been skirting around this whole
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By Nerina Pallot, Been good, been bad, got worse, got better.
I feel I
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By Nerina Pallot, I don't know where I go wrong -
Everything I do
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By Nerina Pallot, I woke up late today,
actually I do that everyday.
Got no
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By Nerina Pallot, Guess it's true -
I only ever wanted to be with
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By Nerina Pallot, The girl comes from Lakeville
Her dad - he cuts
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By Nerina Pallot, Very good sir, getting better
Could be amazing if you'd try.
Such
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By Nerina Pallot, And my confession would have you on the floor
- if
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By Nerina Pallot, When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides
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By Nerina Pallot, Worry trouble and painThose old familiar foesCome to call againon
