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Artiste : James Blunt
Titre : Postcards
Sundays sitting on your back porch
And I came up with a couple of cords
And I played for you

You let me keep you entertained

With stories I exaggerate
That you know aren´t true

And as you sit there making daisy chains
And I throw in a hand granate
And tell you how it is I really feel for you

I´m sending postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark and then..
You know that you make me feel like we´ve been caught
Like kids in the school yard again
And I can´t keep it to myself
Can´t spell it any better
L.O.V.E forever
I hope you know that I´m sending a postcard
I don´t care who sees what I sent
Or if the whole world knows what´s in my head

We chased the sun til it got away
On a bicycle that your daddy made
But not made for two

Then we sat out on your rocking chair
You with a flower in your hair
That I found for you

But then monday always comes around
And it´s sad ´cause I can´t see you now
Wan´t you to know you´re always in my head

I´m sending postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark and then..
You know that you make me feel like we´ve been caught
Like kids in the school yard again

And I can´t keep it to myself
Can´t spell it any better
L.O.V.E forever
I hope you know that I´m sending a postcard
I don´t care who sees what I sent
Or if the whole world knows what´s in my head

You know sometimes it´s hard to see
You say the world that torture me
But inside I know exactly how I feel
The things that I can´t say out loud
I´ll find a place to write it down
I hope that they will find you in the end

I´m sending postcards from my heart
With love for a postmark and then..
You know that you make me feel like we´ve been caught

Like kids in the school yard again
And I can´t keep it to myself
Can´t spell it any better
L.O.V.E forever
I hope you know that I´m sending a postcard
I don´t care who sees what I sent
Or if the whole world knows what´s in my head

know, know, know
All the things I want you to
know, know, know