| No, no, no
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| We fell into dry land
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| We slid on the oil of the Dorset beach
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| And we attempted to hold hands
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| But the rocks kept slipping
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| So we kicked at the cold sand
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| And we shouted out the grandfather clock on collection day
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| That was bold, man
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| What a move
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| I saw the sun on the causeway
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| Your family had a cottage on the M-14
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| Under the power surge wind array
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| And that’s why the lights keep blinking
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| At haze and the ground swell
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| The nervous of pilots under IFR
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| We threw a rock at the church bell
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| And we stared at the news obsessively
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| Remain
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| Remain
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| Remain
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| We held our breath for the empire
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| We subverted our shyness and we took the fall
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| We were as mute as were mindless
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| So we sang loud, loud, loud, loud
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| Then I put my key in the back door
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| And I saw you’d left a note in your conservatory
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| It’s never crazy to want more
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| That’s why we refused
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| Remain |