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Seasons Olly Murs

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e Listen honey, to eCvery word I sayG I ka now that you don't true st me
But I'm bCetter than the stoGries aba out me
e Everybody messes uCp some daGys, Aina 't got no rhyme or e reason
CAll I know is I'm Gyours, yours, yoa urs for every season

e Baby girl with the Cbroken smileG, Would you mind if I a stayed awhile
e And if you're cold I could Clight your fire If thGat's what you want, ifa that's what you want
e I admit that I've dCone some wrong,G But those wrongs helped me wa rite this song
e And through it all I figured out wChere I belong, RGight by your side, ria ght by your side

e They say that heartCs don't lie, The hGead might try but it wa on't be right

e Ya tell me what you feCel inside, TGonight, tonight, tona ight, tonight

e Listen honey, to eCvery word I sayG I ka now that you don't true st me
But I'm bCetter than the stoGries aba out me
e Everybody messes uCp some daGys, Aina 't got no rhyme or e reason
CAll I know is I'm Gyours, yours, yoa urs for every season

e Baby girl let your hCair hang downG, And if we're lost, baby la et's get found
e And when your world is flipping uCpside down, GLet's make it right,a let's make it right
e They say that heCarts don't lie, The heGad might try but it a won't be right
e Ya tell me what you feCel inside, TGonight, tonight, tona ight, tonight

e Listen honey, to eCvery word I sayG I ka now that you don't true st me
But I'm bCetter than the stoGries aba out me
e Everybody messes uCp some daGys, Aina 't got no rhyme or e reason
CAll I know is I'm Gyours, yours, yoa urs for every season

e Winter, summer, sprCing and fall, I'lGl be on the line waitina g for your call
e Winter, summer, spCring and fall, I'lGl be on the line waitina g for your call
e Winter, summer, spCring and fall, I'lGl be on the line waitina g for your call

e Listen honey, to eCvery word I sayG I ka now that you don't true st me
But I'm bCetter than the stoGries aba out me
e Everybody messes uCp some daGys, Aina 't got no rhyme or e reason
CAll I know is I'm Gyours, yours, yoa urs for every season

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