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Mind Trick
Jamie Cullum

I missed the opportunity
to get you babe to stay with me.
Never thought, I'd regret the excuses that I've made
like a song, it will fade

If there's music in the night,
And it's really, really right,
It's the only thing I need.
it intoxicates your mind
All your troubles left behind
So come on and take my lead.
it's not just me who feels it
music plays a mind trick
watch me forget about missing you

So I put my feelings out to dry
love, one day again,
I'll have to try.
falling out, making up
it seems such a silly game
why do I never gain?

If there's music in the night,
And it's really, really right,
It's the only thing I need.
it intoxicates your mind
All your troubles left behind
So come on and take my lead.
it's not just me who feels it
music plays a mind trick
watch me forget about missing you

If there's music in the night,
And it's really, really right,
It's the only thing I need.
it intoxicates your mind
All your troubles left behind
So come on and take my lead.
it's not just me who feels it
music plays a mind trick
watch me forget about missing you

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I've always liked this song, ever since I discovered Jamie Cullum a long time ago -- although I got hooked on These are the Days, What A Difference A Day Makes and Blame It On My Youth first. Good beat, good lyrics, best for those boring days at the office when my mind tends to wander toward realms I'd really rather not revisit. Like today.

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Raein said…
Natutuwa na ako talaga dito. I'm learning to sing it. :)
9:20 PM
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