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Sunday, 16 October 2011

Title: Still to come. Written by: Eleanor Diplock.

You don't even feel the same,
you're not him, you're not into you
emotions are complicated, they don't rise with the sun
never let the day disappear with unspoken letters or actions not done

I'm wishing you could see beyond the surface,
deeper than my physical flaws,
cause when I look at you I'm lost in awe,
all I want is you,
in your arms I'd feel safe,
but you don't even feel the same

Chorus: L-o-v-e
it's a complicated word,
lust used as a replacement,
I've never felt my heart ache as much as each second of the day
 when you're not in my gaze,
you don't even feel the same,
you're not into you

Pinch me if I'm dreaming,
wake me from this sleep,
reality is bitter, and my dreams they are sweet
because who's not to dream when you're a lonely fool
he's not you


Ending: There's good still to come
just be true to who you are
I'll have no regrets in anything that you have to say
because, baby, you don't even feel the same

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