TRC LYRICS

"London's Greatest Love Story"

If you never tell that little white lie,
Then that's one less thing that you have to remember,
Can you blatantly say when looking straight in her face
That you ain't telling tales? I can't, I've tried so hard,
But things ain't been the same since April,
Since that day full of tears and never agains,
How many times has she heard we're just friends?
Friends that send texts with more than just a kiss on the end,

But those texts are deleted
So there ain't no chance of her catching me cheating,
Believe she's the best thing, and I'll love her for life,
I'd be lost if she left me and I don't wanna lie
But it's hard for me, I'm in a catch 23,
Coz there's one more than two and in the middle it's me,
Is it left? Is it right? I mean I know that it's wrong,
And if she ever found out what I'm like she'd be gone,

But she trusts me, and that's what hurts me the most,
Laying so close praying she'll never know,
Where I go when I'm gone, what's been said and been done,
And how there'll always be another, even if I love her,
I can't smother the flames coz the fire won't die,
It just burns away inside
Until I give into desire, I'm a love struck liar,
Burnt in the past so I keep her in the dark about me,

Given the chance could I go back,
And unbreak promises littered with mistakes,
Because I'm telling her fiction
But Facebook flicks are making me the villain,
For testing waters where mermaids wait,
Blowing hot and cold, yeah they're hot for a day,
But what I'm left with is a keepsake,
As my love boat floats away,

At night I pray that I can change my ways,
That these lips won't mutter another lie,
That when I look at her prettiest of features,
That my conscience is as clear as the summer sky,
Pray that I can put an end to her tears,
That her fears and her doubts are laid to rest,
Our undoing was all my own doing,
Love over lust was the hardest of tests,

Send text, receive text, delete text,
Do the same in case he checks your inbox,
Don't complain if I don't pick up,
But don't you ever phone my house phone again,

When I've written down all I have to say,
I'll throw these sheets away and take back confessions of dogs gone stray,
Maybe you'd stay, if I could look in your eyes,
And recite a lie of love untainted and tested time.
Of love untainted and tested time.

Thanks to tlove for correcting these lyrics

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