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    James Blunt Too Late текст песни

    Too Late

    Billy’s leavin’ today, don’t know where he’s goin’
    Holds his head in disgrace, he can’t escape the truth
    He knows the price that he’s paid,
    He admits that it’s too late to admit that he’s afraid

    Tomorrow comes, sorrow becomes his soul mate
    The damage is done, the prodigal son is too late
    Oh door’s closed, but he’s always open
    ‘Til he’ll have time in his mind

    Billy’s leavin’ today, don’t know where he’s goin’
    He’s got lines on his face that tell a story of his pain
    He accepts it’s his fate,
    He admits it took too long to admit that he was wrong

    Tomorrow comes, sorrow becomes his soul mate
    The damage is done, the prodigal son is too late
    Oh door’s closed, but he’s always open
    ‘Til he’ll have time in his mind

    Once he was a lover sleepin’ with another,
    Now he’s just known as a cheat
    And he wished he had a mirror looked a little clearer
    Seen to the eyes of the week

    Yeah, once he was a lover sleepin’ with another,
    Now he’s just known as a cheat
    And he wished he had a mirror looked a little clearer
    Seen to the eyes of the week

    Tomorrow comes, sorrow becomes his soul mate
    The damage is done, the prodigal son is too late (too late)
    Oh door’s closed, but he’s always open
    ‘Til he’ll have time in his mind, oh billy

    Oh billy



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