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Dec 2015
A bit too late I suppose
These cold feet are always slipping
And I simply observe the way you look at me
while I fall apart.
Obvious as it seems
I cannot get a grip
I'm beginning to think that
there is some joy in
Simply observing the way you look at me
While I Fall Apart
Melody Claire
Written by
Melody Claire  Denver
(Denver)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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