Lines originally sung by Oasis,
Song --> Wonderwall
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Back beat the word was on the street,
That the fire in your heart is out,
I'm sure you've heard it all before,
But you never really had a doubt.
Cigarette smoke entwines my fingers,
And the thought of him still lingers,
But I`ll try my hardest not to hurt you,
When I sit down to tell you we`re through.
In all of this time, I`ve found it kind of neat,
That I like the sound of running feet;
And the other boys who come and go,
They run at early light, but they run slow.
Taking their time to whisper lines so sweet --
Back beat the word was on the street.
We drink to the hearts that we break,
And laugh at the innocent lives we take,
`Cuz in a life of tragic and forgotten fairy-tales,
We`d rather forget the miserable details.
Lost and trapped in this life, I need a way out,
And his empty promises I don`t doubt;
I know he`s a heartbreaker disguised in success,
But he does the trick, and I`m hard to impress.
Late last night, I could swear I heard you shout,
That the fire in your heart is out.
The road we haven`t yet dared go down,
Leads us to the right, through a ghost town;
But I`ll swallow my fear with a glass of wine,
And for one more night, pretend you aren`t mine.
I`ve never asked for much, but I want a little more,
And I`d love to see you turn and walk out that door.
I thought I could handle it, but I do regret,
All these nights my conscience won`t let me forget;
And these good-byes that I just can`t ignore,
I`m sure you`ve heard it all before.
He shines in my eyes, but you take it for you,
`Cuz you never heard the stories of what we do,
And I`m sure that on nights when you`re gone,
You`re wondering why I still lead you on.
But in the back of your mind, you don`t doubt;
That you`re the only one I can`t live without.
And this note left out will give me the paper wings,
To fly away, and stop tugging on your heartstrings;
Everyone told you this, said they figured me out,
But you never really had a doubt.
Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.
