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My Pieces Don't Fit Just Right
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When night falls well fear crawls
Into my head
In day time well life grinds
And I pretend
There's nothing bothering me
I don't want my friends to see
Chorus
I fall apart in our house at night
I know you're in her arms
She's in your heart
The morning's when I rebuild myself
I need a little help
My pieces don't fit just right
The phone rings my heart sinks
It could be you
It's pure hell my voice tells
Me I'm a fool
Just when I start to believe
That at last I found relief
Chorus
I fall apart in our house at night
I know you're in her arms
She's in your heart
The morning's when I rebuild myself
I need a little help
My pieces don't fit just right
Bridge
Well the piece that never fits, is why
It's too short, it's too long, well I try
But there's no combination
That will put us back together again
Chorus
I fall apart in our house at night
I know you're in her arms
She's in your heart
The morning's when I rebuild myself
I need a little help
My pieces don't fit just right
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Lyrics Credits: John Cowell
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Music Credits: Jack Boomer
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Producer Credits: Tom Manche Studio X demo
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Song Length: 3:36
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Primary Genre: Pop-General
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Secondary Genre: Classical-Contemporary
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Tempo: Medium Slow (91 - 110)
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Lead Vocal: Female Vocal
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