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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