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Mark Owen How The Mighty Fall

in your play for me, your silence is killin' me peacefully, i need to know, need to know, where is the love, where is the love. -chorus- let the falling

out alright I'll be the one who stands beside you In the photograph I'll be the one that's in your water When you want me there I'll be the one you're fallin

a cold Maybe we're getting old Or maybe we're just getting into it When are you coming round? We're going underground We don't even know how we're doing

The pope is on the tv The queen is in the news The pin is in the oven Michelle she got the blues The grape is good for picking The train it runs on time

A bag of years, a cup of tears, lie in a glass And every line on my face has a tale to tell. For, I have worn this skin I live in And so I will until

Take the ball and start it rolling Drive yourself on propane Pull yourself apart, mon ami (If I was your boyfriend) Put your head down in the fast lane