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Sunday 10 June 2012

Title: Save you from. Written By:Eleanor Diplock

Promise me, you'll stay a little
I yearn for your golden touch,
wounds might just hurt a little,
when the night's are long and your hands are rough

devotion, devote yourself to me, truly
devotion, devote yourself to me, truly
carefree, my desire to be with you it takes me,
wrap yourself around my thoughts, tell me how to feel
a place to belong, that's what I long to feel
and this is that time where you'll tell me I'm forever wrong,
forever a fool in your eyes


Chorus: I don't know what it is, that I should save you from
happy up here, we are, we are
I'd much rather just sit than talk with you,
hopeless to you, helpless to your words
I yearn for those hands but they'll always be too much
I don't know what it is, that I should save you from
happy up here, we are, we are
I'd much rather sit in your company, than talk with you



I don't know what it is that I should save you from,
happy up here, we are
but I'd much rather sit with you than talk with you,
the words that I recited never come out as I plan,
stutter and I stumble, a fool for you
stutter and I stumble, like I always do
but you're the only one who doesn't mind

Stumble upon the crimes we built,
in the cities we sleep in,
I stumble upon the lives we built,
in the beds that we sleep in,
and it's all just time,
we're told how to feel,
and it's all just a lie,
no-one's in love, because love isn't real

chorus

ending: Happy up here,
inspired by the daily disaster,
but what is it that I should save you from?
this world's too bitter my friend,
but it's only just beginning for us
the fools who feel love

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