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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oliver William Frostick Beardmore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver William Frostick Beardmore
Songwriter
Lyrics
Till the sun
Kills the stars
You won't change
Not that you can't
Wore a face
Oh so fair
And a soul
You're afraid to bare
But I'm sure you know
That you can't be told
And that
I could use some mystery
Reality's face
Much prettier than me
Fixed my eyes
Before my feet
And hoped your dreams
Would be where we'd meet
Drank enough
To shirk a glance
Closed my eyes
And watched you dance
But I'm sure you know
That you can't be told
And that
I could use some mystery
Reality's face
Much prettier than me
There you stood
Darkened door
With beauty no one could ignore
But I'm sure you know
That you can't be told
And I'm sure you know
That you can't be told
That you can't be told
And I'm sure you know
Written by: Oliver William Frostick Beardmore

