| Wandering hearts
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| Ticking together
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| But always apart
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| Open the door and the future restarts
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| But I’d never claim you were mine
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| Just if we were words we would rhyme
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| Caution then regret
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| A cowardly dog barking empty threats
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| Backtracking
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| Dancing
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| As patterns are set
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| But I’d never claim you were mine
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| Just if we were words we would rhyme
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| Picked and processed within twenty seven days
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| Delivery free
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| Send me round the globe and back again to you a flower
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| Wheels come off and hobble over to the next replacement of choice
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| But you were the sentence that gave me a voice
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| Now I cry
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| As we by the by
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| And I will always wonder
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| How it would be if we never had met
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| Life would be easier
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| But dull
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| I suspect
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| You’d ask me to keep it discreet
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| So I’ll sing a song of deceit
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| And I’d never claim you were mine
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| Just if we were words
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| We would rhyme
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| If we were words
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| We would rhyme |