Camera Obscura - The Sweetest Thing

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I’m going on a date tonight
To try to fall out of love with you
I know, I know, this is a crime
But I don’t know what else to do
My love, you’re in a magazine
My love, you’re doing fine, you’re on TV
You wore my heart out then you ran away
From Chicago to Cleveland you made me pay
You made me pay
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
On the bus radio
«50 Ways to Leave Your Lover», oh no
I laughed at the irony
But like a stupid, the irony got lost on me
It got lost on me
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
You challenged me to write a love song
Here it is, I think I got it wrong
I focused on the negative
The pain was too much of an incentive
Always my incentive
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother to hear you sing
When you’re lucid, you’re the sweetest thing
I would trade my mother
But she don’t know just how far I’d go
Would I walk for a hundred miles
For a glimpse of your northern smile?