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the lovesong writer...

the lovesong writer...

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the lovesong writer...

Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells that fill up the alleys where
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That it's all just made up


The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He cant play them for anyone
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