| Hey, now it’s time to go
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| From the white wards of England
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| The crows line the rivers and roads
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| I wanna walk where I know
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| Through the olive groves
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| The sky that knows my name
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| It gave me away
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| The magnolia moon
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| Like an eggshell, a white bell
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| To lighten my cold room
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| So let me sleep where I lay
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| With a murder of crows
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| That live in the boughs of my brain
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| See me when I float like a dove
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| Skies above lined with trees
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| I’m on my knees, I’m singing, please
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| Come and take me away
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| Time brings low all good things
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| When you open your eyes
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| When you open your eyes
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| Now in the vastness of pines
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| Where my ghost lies in loose-limbed array
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| I pass the time
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| And go upload my heart to the fatal shore
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| Forevermore, it spins there behind closed doors
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| Now, it’s time to go through the fields of chrome
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| The rusted homes abandoned at the remains of the day
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| So come on, row me away
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| On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
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| Where I can stay
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| See me when I float like a dove
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| The skies above lined with trees
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| I’m on my knees, I’m begging, please
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| Come and take me away
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| Come take me away
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| Come take me away
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| Time brings low the best of things
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| When you open your eyes
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| When you open your eyes, eyes
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| Time brings low all good things
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| When we open our eyes
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| When we open our eyes
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| Oh, I’ve waited so long
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| On the slow shores of England
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| To sing my last song
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| So come row me away
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| On black rivers and rainbows to Neptune
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| Where I can stay
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| See me when I float like a dove
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| The skies above lined with trees
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| I’m on my knees, begging, please
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| Come and take me away
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| Come take me away
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| Come take me away |