| Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
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| You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
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| I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
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| It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees
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| Another rainy day, we’re trapped inside with a train set
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| Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
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| You’ve got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
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| And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk
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| Another day in June, we’ll pick eleven for football
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| We’re playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
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| I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
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| Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds
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| Everybody’s gone you picked me up for a long drive
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| We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
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| We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
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| We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
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| That crazy avenue of trees, I’m living there still
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| There’s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
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| Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
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| I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
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| You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn’t complain
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| You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again
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| 'The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling'
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| I thought it was for real; |
| babies, rings and fools kneeling
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| And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
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| So what went wrong? |
| It was a lie, it crumbled apart
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| Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart |