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Love Sounds from the room next door

On tuesday I hear them through the walls;
Just got paid they gone all bold
swimming in lovers dreams;
you take your glasses off looking away
as if I was going to say..



It's funny how I imagined the love
sounds from the room next door;
Maybe I just forgot the moment
I became the person crying more.



And I wanted you to be my pilot
taking me up over the sea;
you'd land on some quiet island
under palm trees you and me.



It's funny how I imagined the love
sounds from the room next door;
Maybe I just forgot the moment
I became the person crying more
.


Our names still there carved in the wood..
overgrown where you once laid;
now we lay like statues;
even if we just got paid..



It's funny how I imagined the love
sounds from the room next door;
Maybe I just forgot the moment
I became the person crying more.



It's funny how I imagined the love
sounds from the room next door..




My poor attempt at song writing*  xD
Written by Lookawaynow (Rose)
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