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She's The Softest Sound In London Music Lyrics

Idy

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Can't you see the sky is falling,
as these porcelain clouds dismantle into shards of
our affection, and raining our secret scandal?
With a photo inside the cover of her bible,
of her lover, she talks to God and not her parents.
I'm so in love with her appearance.

Ooh La La, when she holds my hand I can't seem to catch
my breath. I fall headfirst into the pavement,
it feels like all my reason has left, and I couldn't tell her...

Can't you feel the tinge of sickness as it's seeping
through your bloodstream? You're warm as breath in
December, yet you remain so serene.
I won't be home before I miss you; you're in my thoughts
like a plague, a drug to my every function. Honey, you're a state of grace.

And I don't know why I would doubt you; nothing feels the same without you

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