He's uncool an unsophisticat
He's a tightrope walker on an open path
He's a maze of curiosity
He is the living bread that cures my appetite
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(Chorus)
I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Everyday is bluey grey
When he's not in town
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His mystique is one of innocence
I feel I'm lounging in lovely in his big blue eyes
And I would be preening in paradise
[ *from http://www.index-of-mp3s.com/lyric/the-corrs/when-hes-not-around.html ]
If I were always beside him like a Siamese
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(Chorus)
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Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy
.
(Chorus)
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Can I keep him in my galaxy
Can he live within my fantasy
.
(Chorus)

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