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She's The Softest Sound In London Lyricsby Idy Buy album CD: The Soundtrack To Your Silent Movie Can't you see the sky is falling? As these porcelain clouds dismantle Into shards of our affection Raining on our secret scandal With a photo inside the cover Of her bible, of her lover She talks to God, but not her parents And I'm so in love with her appearance Ooh, Ooh Ooh La La When she holds my hand I can't, can't, can't, just can't seem to catch my breath While I fall headfirst into the pavement It feels as if 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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