| Ballerina, breathe
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| Doubled night, cohere
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| Nothing here is quite the same
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| Songbirds singing new refrains
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| Palpitations on the train and
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| Static in the grass
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| You just can’t place it as you move
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| Through nights and days and mornings lost
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| But everything you see tonight
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| Is different from itself
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| You’re an empty face
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| In an empty house
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| You’re an empty face
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| In an empty house
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| Birds fly in from Africa
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| Birds fly in from Africa
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| Every day is closer
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| But still something hesitates
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| Nights that sing with car alarms
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| Broken mains and summer storms
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| What is it I’m living for?
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| What am I living for?
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| You’re an empty face
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| In an empty house
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| You’re an empty face
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| In an empty house
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| Ballerina, breathe
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| Doubled night, cohere
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| I don’t know why
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| I’m wasting my time
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| Walking these avenues
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| Stars drift in lines
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| From bones into eyes
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| Everything flowers inside
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| Inside
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| Inside
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| Inside
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| When all the towers have fallen away
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| In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
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| We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
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| Now you and I, we’re holding the line
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| We’ll light the lamps against winter time
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| I’ll catch you if you fall, don’t be afraid
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| Let me in, bride of the whin
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| I’ll come knocking at your door
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| I’ll see you again
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| Here you come, into the sun
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| Vine leaves, constellations, you are here for everyone
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| When all the towers have fallen away
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| In the lee of the wind, on the west estate
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| We’ll put the kettle on and hear the school bell sing
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| Now you and I, we’re holding the line
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| We’ll light the lamps against winter time
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| I’ll catch you if you fall don’t be afraid |