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The Corrs - When he's not around

I can't breathe, I can't sleep

He's uncool an unsophisticat
He's a tightrope walker on an open path
He's a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that cures my appetite

I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town

His mystique is one of innocence
I feel I'm lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes
And I would be preening in paradise
If I were always beside him like a Siamese

I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
When he's not ïn town




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