Žodžiai dainai: Angus & Julia Stone. A Book Like This. Choking.

Choking on these words
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We stand there like statues
From different cities
Both warriors of the same war
Both victors of our territories

Why do I feel so small?
Oh, you've got it all figured out
What will be, will be

Fine work from a sailor's hand
Who's always running away
In between all your complex ideas
Found out how love should be

When you get the time to feel anything
Anything real for me
Oh, you've got it all figured out
What will be, will be

Fine words from a sailor's son
Who's always running away
I don't want your sympathy

Don't quote me another phrase
I understand all your philosophies
But it hurts me just the same

Choking on these words
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Oh, haven't heard?
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