The Romans
The Romans - how slow lyrics
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Now you're on the phone You're not coming home Again tonight Quite a birthday babe Now I'm eating my cake Alone tonight How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again Waiting for a sign But it's the end of the line I just don't understand You're making fun of me It's plain to see The neighbours turn their backs on me You keep on searching for The perfect thing to say The perfect way to play the game How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again How slow you're falling How slow you fall out of my arms again Catch me I'm falling Catch me or see me going down again Catch me I'm falling Catch me or see me going down again (c)leurs l.-coonen f.-leurs c.