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Postcards From Catalunya

We talked for hours

And nothing made much sense

I'm sick and tired

Of sitting on the fence'Cos I've been sitting here for hours

And I thought I found the answers to

The questions I was asking

Now I'm not sure what they were

Amongst the postcards of Catalunya

And the late night conversations

I, I can't find the hows or whysWe talk in circles

We move in narrow lines

I miss the gray patch

Between the black and whiteAnd I've been sitting here for hours

And I thought I found the answers to

The questions I was asking

Now I'm not sure what they were

Amongst the postcards of Catalunya

And the late night conversations

I, I can't find the hows or whysI miss the silence

Of sitting here alone

I think I love you

But I'm better on my own'Cos I've been sitting here for hours

And I thought I found the answers to

The questions I was asking

Now I'm not sure what they were

Amongst the postcards of Catalunya

And the late night conversations

I, I can't find the hows or whysI can't find the hows or whys

I can't find the hows or whys

I can't find the hows or whys

Songwriters

Nitin Sawhney;Samuel Lloyd DuckworthPublished by

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