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Lyrics for 'Hammering Heart' by 'Del Amitri'
I Suppose Love Lives In A Dustbin Behind The Garden Wall
You Have To Grovel On The Ground And Be Pretty Disgusting
To Find It At All
And I Suppose That It Grows On You
Standing There With No Clothes On,
And I Suppose Because There's Beautiful Girls In This Town
I'll Stay Here Till I've Chosen One.
I Suppose Life's Like A Hunt, Really: The Hounds Have Fun
Until The Fox Gets Bagged
And Not One Girl In This Town Will Ever Fall In Love With Me:
They'll Get Dragged.
Her Heart Speaks To Me; Says The Room The Room The Room
Beneath Her Dress, And I Suppose That It Beats For Me
Like A Hammering Moon Pulling Tides Through Her Chest
Suppose She Says That She Owes Me
All That She Owns And All That She Is
It Seems To Me I Suppose That Her Heart's Not Enough
And Her Love Is A Swizz.
So Suppose Love Lives In A Mansion
How The Hell Do I Get Over The Wall?
And If My Rope's Not Stretched The Right Tension
I Won't Cross This Grand Canyon At All.
And I Suppose That It Grows Like A Tumor, Spreads Like A Rumor
Like The Grass Grows And Inch Every Day
And I Suppose That Before I Even Know It, The Tide Will Start Flowing
And The Drum Beneath My Jacket Will Say:
You Know You Need Her Everyday
She Is The Moon And She Showed Me Her Face
She Is The House And She Opened The Gates
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