| I walked back as the storm fell slack
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| And the wind whispered your name
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| Mispronounced and vague but all the same
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| I’d leave my fate to the fading leaves
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| On the last trees of Sherwood Drive
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| They’ve been through more than I’ll ever endure
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| And they still survive
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| First we’ll be negging our others
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| Then we’ll be changing the colours
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| And they’ll be calling us lovers I know
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| Are we just sleeping together
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| Or if we’re starting to tether I’ll go
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| I can’t pull apart my thoughts
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| The ones you formed still stuck inside
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| Like insects, infested, stick stuck in mud
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| Wondering might frighten everyone now
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| Even the rustling of the leaves around
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| Can’t add to the sound
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| Of my constant improvements
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| Shadowed by your darkest cloud
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| (your darkest cloud)
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| We end up under the covers now
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| But couldn’t be (x3)
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| Further from each other now
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| Or could we be (x3)
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| More?
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| Just 'cos we don’t party like we used to
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| Don’t mean we’re not high
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| Just 'cos we don’t party like we used to
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| Doesn’t mean that we’re not alive |