Текст песни Clare Bowditch — The One

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Sitting in the lobby of your city hotel
Drinking like fishes on the river to hell
Devil's in my mouth telling primitive jokes
While the angel's out looking for a packet of smokes

You look into my eyes
And you don't look away the way you should
I would, I would if I could, oh believe me I would
But I gotta go home, I want a home to go to

So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one

So it's best I don't say I wanna tear off your clothes
And tear off my own and let you know me
Instead I nod my head, I watch your mouth, I smile
But I don't say a thing

You look into my eyes
And seem to see the woman that I hoped to be
I wanna go home, I gotta go home
Help me get home, I need a home to go to

So I'm sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one

To give you home
To show you love
To let you know
To let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life
Look me up

Holy winds blew in when I met you
And all my muted bells began to ring
What I would not give to just pretend
That this would not ruin everything

I'm so sorry that I can't be the one
I'm so sorry that I can't be the one

To take you home
To show you love
To make you whole
To let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life

I'll take you home
Show you love
Like you've never known
And you will be loved
I'll let you love me
The way you want to
In the next life
In the next life
Look me up

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