| Up with the sun as these windows rattle
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| I see a fire burning clean and true
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| Inhale the smoke and I choke, but it’s worth it
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| If you would only let me smoke you
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| Who broke your thumb? |
| Now I come to realise
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| Not as important as they always say
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| Turn off my think, and I live on instinct
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| If I leave all my wet thoughts outside with the rain
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| Will you still come and clean me up?
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| When did it get so hard, to match
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| This eye contact? |
| My lens got cracked
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| Now I can’t see your face
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| Or find your secret hiding place
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| So use, your voice
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| The one I found through so much noise
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| You saved me once before
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| And you have got it in you still, I’m sure
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| In with the tide, now I’m salted and sunburnt
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| Flow down and windswept to our new home
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| Look at the sky, and it all seems so simple
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| So why am I in London drinking alone?
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| Under the thumb, now I’m old, I realise
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| Not as important as I always said
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| You had a right to be worried so early
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| And I won’t have to ransom for any kind of shame
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| But you still have to pick me up…
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| When did it get so hard, to match
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| This eye contact? |
| My lens got cracked
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| Now I can’t see your face
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| Or find your secret hiding place
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| Don’t lose, your voice
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| The one I found through so much noise
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| You saved me once before
|
| And you have got it in you still, I’m sure
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| When did it get so hard?
|
| When did it get so hard, to match
|
| This eye contact? |
| My lens got cracked
|
| Now I can’t see your face
|
| Or find your secret hiding place
|
| So use, your voice
|
| The one I found through so much noise
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| You saved me once before
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| And you have got it in you still, I’m sure |