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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frances Cone
Frances Cone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christina Elizabeth Cone
Christina Elizabeth Cone
Songwriter
Andrew Doherty
Andrew Doherty
Songwriter

Lyrics

'93 or '94
When your father won his war
All the walls stopped closing in
But he had gotten used to them
And you had gotten used to me
I knew it in the month of you
In the middle of your living room
I could see it in your face, how slow you moved
You read it in a magazine
The strangest thing you'd ever seen
You were only nineteen
When you held your breath to try
Underwater, open eyes
In the hotel of your dreams
Where everything was clean
But you'd forgotten how to see
All that you want, all that you need
I knew it in the month of you
In the middle of your living room
I could see it in your face, how slow you moved
You read it in a magazine
The strangest thing you'd ever seen
You were only nineteen
You were only nineteen
You were only
I wish that I'd known
That I would find great love
That I would find great love
I wish that I'd known
I wish that I'd known
That I would find great love
That I would find great love
I wish that I'd known
Written by: Andrew Doherty, Christina Elizabeth Cone
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