| Ease your feet off in the sea
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| My darling, it’s the place to be
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| Take your shoes off, curl your toes
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| And I will frame this moment in time
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| Troubles come and troubles go
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| The troubles that we used to know
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| Will stay with us till we get old
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| Will stay with us till somebody decides to go
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| Decides to go
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| Soberly without regret, I make another sandwich
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| And I fill my face
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| I know that things have got to you
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| But what can I do?
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| Suddenly without a warning
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| On a pale blue morning
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| You decide your time is wearing thin
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| A conscious choice to let yourself go dangling
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| Hovering
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| It’s an emergency
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| There’s no more «wait and see»
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| Maybe if I shut my eyes
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| Your trouble will be split between us
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| People come and people go
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| You’re scouring everybody’s face
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| For some small flicker of the truth
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| To what it is that you are going through, my boy
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| I left you dry
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| The signs were clear that you were not going anywhere
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| Anywhere
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| Save for a falling down, save for a falling down
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| Anywhere
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| Anywhere
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| Save for a falling down
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| Everything’s going high
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| Later on, as I walked home
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| The plough was showing, and Orion
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| I could see the house where you lived
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| I could see the house where you gave
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| All your time and sanity to people
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| Then you waited for the people to acknowledge you
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| They spoke in turn
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| But their eyes would pass over you
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| Over you
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| Who’s seeing you at all?
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| Who’s seeing you at all? |