| You did not beware
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| Or behave before the west had closed you in
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| You had waved your arms to
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| And allowed the Californians win
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| You had hung nights with high holding
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| Skies were more than blue
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| But it’s hard to feel more than nothing
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| If you grow long into
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| You were caught by connections of sin
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| Skin, you have no skin
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| You lost and I win
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| You had lost your friends by division now
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| You’ve kicked out all your kin
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| Has it been all paid the balance in songs?
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| It’s not make belief they would like us to leave
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| It’s that time arriving, she had no realising
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| Even while the wren flew out of sight
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| Open up here, over your roof
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| The shadow will end
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| There’s no news for you
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| And the neighbour you knew who was proud
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| The neighbour you knew who had run
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| Even cross
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| You did not beware
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| Or behave before the west had closed you in
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| You had lost your friends by division now
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| You’ve kicked out all your kin
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| Believe, believe your friends
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| Believe before the west had closed you in
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| But hasn’t it all paid the balance in songs?
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| Let’s not make believe, they would like us to leave
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| It’s that time arriving, she had no realising
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| Even while the wren flew out of sight
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| Open up here, over your roof
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| The shadow of it
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| There’s no news for you
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| And the neighbour you knew who was proud
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| The neighbour you knew who had run
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| Even cross
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| (And the neighbour you knew who was proud
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| The neighbour you knew who had run) |