| (You got yourself a whole new life and all i’ve got is half this old one
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| In a whisper disguised as a snowflake, I wish to be remembered to you in a
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| whisper, like a snowflake
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| I wish to be remembered to you
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| Beat the living cities out of me and spoilt my progress and let me be
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| This year it’s taxes and I can see its going to be a long one
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| You’ve got a face for this and drawers for eyes
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| You slipped through our last kiss, and I can see its going to be a long one
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| She’s beginning to take on water and she’s beginning on this years taxes
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| She’s beginning to listen to what I tell her
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| She’s picking up and going backwards to the beginning
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| She is hunting for the right words in white dresses like I heard you say it the
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| first time
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| Like I got no reason to be kind now but it ate a hole in my heart and now
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| you’re leaning over to turn the radio up
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| I stay out on your estate house
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| This year it’s Texas
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| She’s hunting for the right words but I dont want to know.)
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| The girls who turned us down in nightclubs
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| Are now pushing prams around the city centre
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| And they swear it’s now over
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| Well, it sure looks over from here
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| Would you believe our skyline’s stolen
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| Trail the queues and you’ll know no one
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| Say there’s more to giving up than another burnt-out club
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| And those glazed eyes!
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| Balconies, housewarming season
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| Hung with the scene girls, mostly freezing
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| She said it looks a little like Brooklyn, and I just laughed
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| I thought you’d given it up
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| (Oh how it’s never enough)
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| How you know you’re getting old when you’re happy to be getting old
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| And those glazed eyes!
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| That’s when I got kind of bored
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| Swam out of the bills
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| And oved abroad
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| It gets kinda blurred
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| But my legs got burned in the bare sun
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| The burns got covered in bites
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| And all those public fights were too much
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| Those glazed eyes
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| I miss you at 19 getting ID’d and angry
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| I miss you at 19 staring out Digbeth High Street |