| I sent my crack divisions through the early morning mist
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| When they fell on your positions you were powerless to resist
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| Encircling and probing for the weakness in your line
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| By night you were surrounded; |
| your territory mine
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| I called for your surrender; |
| this you swore you would not do
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| So I stormed the very fortress, you thought could shelter you
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| I held you then upon your knees and turned to give my thanks
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| To the regiments assembled in their ranks
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| Where are they now?
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| Where are they now?
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| I raised you to your feet, with your hand inside my own
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| We set off upon a journey, each together, each alone
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| In the days that followed oh our lives did overlap
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| I learned the contours of your body like the roads upon a map
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| You sweetened every evening, I savoured every day
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| Just when I was certain it would always be this way
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| You slipped beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips
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| With all the kisses we’d placed upon your lips
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| Where are they now?
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| Where are they now?
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| Oh close. |
| You’re close
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| Someone, come shine a light
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| Oh near. |
| So near
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| But just out of sight
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| I went in search of alchemy to resurrect the dead
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| Sent my spies to fathom out the secrets in your head
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| They said they heard your laughter
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| Spinning through the summer night
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| In the company of strangers
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| And your eyes were wild and bright
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| Though I grew reclusive and my days became withdrawn
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| I held the banner of our love, now tattered and forlorn
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| And swore that it would one day fly above us once again
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| To do this, I had my reasons then
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| Where are they now?
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| Where are they now?
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| Close. |
| You’re close
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| Once again, come shine a light
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| Oh near. |
| So near
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| But just out of sight
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| Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years
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| You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes
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| Some of this occurred to me the time I saw you last
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| Your face familiar in a way. |
| Your voice out of the past
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| Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage
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| Fell away between us in the turning of that page
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| It seemed like only yesterday we swore that we’d be true
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| Two innocents believing that they knew
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| Where are they now?
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| Where are they now? |