there's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it's still a little hard to say what's going on
there's still a little bit of your ghost,your weakness
there's still a little bit of your face i havent kissed
you step a little closer each day
that i cant see what's going on
stones taught me to fly
love,it taught me to lie
life,it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball
damien rice - cannonball
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