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From the 2001 album ' Jim Kitson'

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I BET

I bet you practise conversations with him on your own,
I bet your heart thumps that bit faster when you hear the phone.
I bet you plan your whole week on the off chance he'll be there,
I bet those stupid sad songs send you off into despair.

I bet deep down you know he doesn't feel it like you do.
I bet you replay all his words 'til you believe they're true.
I'll bet good money you're ignoring all the things he's done.
I bet you're watching all your friendships suffer one by one.

Oh how do you think I know all of this is true?
That's the way I feel about you.

I bet your self respect is just a distant memory,
I bet you've dug down way down deep beneath your dignity.
I bet that you don't listen to things you don't want to hear,
I bet you're sick to death of chest pains and the taste of tears

copyright Jim Kitson 2001

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from Greatest Hits, released April 18, 2017

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