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Field Theory
by Dolby System
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I'm not some punch-drunk sycophant, as Lloyd might have said
I'm not some no-hope joker with a painted head
I'm just a loser, in a dishevelled bed
So it's not surprising where you fear to tread
I've heard people call it playing the field
Like game of high chance where the rules are sealed
I didn't know that I could do it too
But I can't get over that I did it to you
Where the wind, where it blows
Only lovers, really know
If the heart aches, make it so
Where we're falling, that's what no one really knows
I've met a job lot of lovers, categorically so
And they all hold a candle too, when push comes to shove
There's not a single one among them who'd say
That an angel's likely to get up on the day
Some people call it playing the field
Like a Russian novel with a virtuous shield
I didn't think that I could do it too
But I can't get over that I did it to you
Where the wind, where it blows
That's what no one really knows
If your heart breaks, make it so
Where we're falling, that's what no one really knows
No-one ever really knows...
I'm not some punch-drunk sycophant, as Lloyd might have said
I'm not some no-hope joker with a painted head
I'm just a loser, in a dishevelled bed
So it's not surprising where you fear to tread
I've heard people call it playing the field
Like game of high chance where the rules are sealed
I didn't know that I could do it too
But I can't get over that I did it to you
Where the wind, where it blows
Only lovers, really know
If the heart aches, make it so
Where we're falling, that's what no one really knows
I've met a job lot of lovers, categorically so
And they all hold a candle too, when push comes to shove
There's not a single one among them who'd say
That an angel's likely to get up on the day
Some people call it playing the field
Like a Russian novel with a virtuous shield
I didn't think that I could do it too
But I can't get over that I did it to you
Where the wind, where it blows
That's what no one really knows
If your heart breaks, make it so
Where we're falling, that's what no one really knows
No-one ever really knows...
