| With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go,
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| And the sun tries you’re feeling home, I guess you’re broke
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| And we’re all sick of it, and breath tide up in someone’s hold,
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| And I screamed at you, Burgh Island, and see through your toes.
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| And if ever to leave, I’ll say before I go
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| That you’re the best moment I have ever known.
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| With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go,
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| And the sun tries you so long,
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| And we’re all sick of it, and breath tide up in someone’s hold,
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| And we’ll break for it, in Burgh Island and see through your toes.
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| And if ever to leave, I’ll say before I go
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| That you’re the best moment I have ever known.
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| Oh, I bite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind
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| The one blowning.
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| Oh, I bite my tongue, brought you many the first to run.
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| The one blowing. |