| Lost his own, taken down
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| all his songs
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| till his all alone
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| and all our love was harmed
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| 'cept for you
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| I’m only young, favourite son
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| say you tried, take it back
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| to where you belong
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| and all the things you say
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| still untrue
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into homes
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| such lonely homes
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into homes
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| such lovely homes
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| Do what you want to do!
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| I was digging up, sorting out,
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| only to built a song alone
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| till you came along
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| but all my love was there
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| just all for you
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| And in the darkest time
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| we crossed the line
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| made a song
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| cause all the talk was wrong
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| and all you ever won
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| can still be true
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into homes
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| such lonely homes
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into stone
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| such lonely homes
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into homes
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| such lovely homes
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| We saw the green fields
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| turn into stone
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| such lonely stone
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| Now all my love is out
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| It’s just for you
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| It’s not a love song
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| It’s the last song for you |