Lyrics Seven - Ellis Paul
Seven
times
I
traced
your
number
Just
one
finger
to
your
voice
Seven
times
I
put
the
receiver
down
Seven
times
I
tried
to
write
you
But
I
cannot
make
your
choice
Your
lips
they
move,
But
they
make
no
sound
And
what
the
cost
What
the
price
I′m
the
brunt
of
friends'
advice
Don′t
look
up
till
you
feel
the
ground
.. .
I'm
letting
go
'cause
holdin′
on
is
killing
me
My
timing
can
be
criminally
slow
Too
little
too
late
Criminally
slow
Seven
times
I
asked
forgiveness
Seven
times
I′ll
wait
you
out
Seasons
will
change
before
words
come
round
And
in
my
search
for
reasons
I
will
wash
away
the
doubt
That
came
wrapped
inside
a
wedding
gown
And
what
the
price
What
the
cost
Is
this
the
poetry
of
loss
The
past
we
build
is
all
torn
down?
I'm
letting
go
′cause
holdin'
on
is
killing
me
My
timing
can
be
criminally
slow
Is
it
never
too
late?
Criminally
slow
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