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Barefoot on cobble stones I watched you walking
We’ve fallen out on foreign terrain, and I'm to
Blame for it
You touch your lips to mine, I bite down upon
Your feeble kiss
And you know I’d be lying if I said that I could be
Anything but this
And I can hear the echo of the church bells in
The morning
I hate the sound as you sneak out
Don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it
I love you, but I wish things were different
Dining in the banquet hall
Cracked up broken fortress
Trouble in paradise says the Italian waitress
You shift your gaze from mine, I look down
My eyes begin to mist
And you know I’d be lying if I said that I could be
Anything but this
And I can hear the echo of the church bells in
The morning
I know the sound by heart by now
Don’t want this to end, don’t want this to end
And I can hear the echo of the church bells in
The distance
I know the sound by heart by now
I don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it
And I can hear the echo of the church bells in
The distance
I know the sound by heart by now
Don’t want this to end, don’t want this to end
But I can hear the echo of
The church bells in the distance
I know the sound by heart by now
I don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it
I love you, but I wish things were different
I love you, wish things could be different
Wish things could be different
