Emiliana Torrini - Thinking Out Loud
Like The Leaves At My Face He Is A Victim Of Gravity The Unbearable Colour Of Things Gets Him Down And As His Raincoat Covers Me We Know It Was Never Raining Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Like Strings In A Fan The Shoelaces Aren't Done The Solitude Reflection Of His Face Gets Him Down And As The Shadow Covers Me I Thought He Was Only Sleeping Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud His Clothes On The Floor Under A Silver Light The Smell Of Lavender And Tar Brings Me Down If The Telephone Should Ring God Knows It Could Never Be Him Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud Sorry It Was Me Was I Thinking Out Loud
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