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The Ground Beneath Your Feet Lyrics Stephen Fretwell *No Capo
EmNow thGat since IC've found yoGur face Cin the moGst peAmculGiar plaEmce EmI don'Gt feel I'Cve anything Gto proCve Gto anyone eAmlse Gbut Emyou Em
EmAnd I think of hGer and she thinks of hCim and there's no escaAmping this mess that we'reC in but its like she's holding cAmourt down each street that we waClk and as she's drawing all that hGeat I fEmeel like the grCound beAmneath her feEmet
Glance past a skyline of factories think of that life that was over to you Time, time well there's a funny thing written in black on the back of your hand I still think of her do you think of him and those pills and potions work the same time again and you're counting all the numbers in your waterproof purse and it's not just a chance I have to stay and crawl along and past the ground beneath your feet Do you think of her cos I think of him and there's no escaping this mess that we're in and its like you're holding court down each street that we walk and as you're drawing all that heat I can't surmise or say I wonder what price it is I'll pay to sweep and move the sand from the ground beneath your feet Now that I've found your face in the most peculiar place *This is my first uploding. It works for me fine. I hope that it will work for you too. Thanks ;)