Knee Deep At Atp

Lovejoy

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    And every sentence that I spoke began and ended in ellipsis
    Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote
    Clung on tightly, like parenthesis
    And for each correctly used apostrophe
    I could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me

    So, maybe the lining of a winter's coat
    Mightn't be the best place to hide a summer secret
    You said every photo that you took that festival
    Got lost in your camera in an insurance scam
    And though underеxposed, I could see from the quality
    His k records t-shirt and you holding his hand
    And I know hе took you to the beach
    I can tell from how you bite on your cheek
    Every time the sand falls from your insoles
    And when our eyes meet
    All I can read is, you're the b-side

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    I said, it's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person
    Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain
    Not what you like, but what you're like as a person
    Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain

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    Composition: Tom Bromley, Ollie Briggs, Neil Beale, Harriet Coleman, Gareth David, Ellen Waddell, and Aleks Berditchevskaia

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