| Gone, advice from a side road
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| And a dying breath and yellow oak
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| Big tall weeds and leaves of gold
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| Now; |
| a wasted clock hollow
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| And I’m not the drowning man you think
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| Though I flail my arms, I refuse to sink
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| All I ever wanted was to see
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| Scottish windows opening for me
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| It’s all I ever needed in the end
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| I saw you in a store window
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| Dress the orange window glow
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| I’m walking down a winding close
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| The gray evening fell over me
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| And I saw your face, though fleetingly
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| As the bus pulled away from me
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| All I ever wanted was to see
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| This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me
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| It’s all I ever needed in the end
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| You need different boots in this country
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| I see you through the screen door
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| Abandoned below in the birch’s bough
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| You left me on the church floor
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| All I ever wanted was to see
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| Scottish windows closing as I leave
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| It’s all I ever needed in the end
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| In the end, in the end
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| In the end, in the end |