| Lay out the garden, put out the dog
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| Reckognise the wreckage to be loved
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| Have you a compass, have you a God?
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| Said you found yourself in
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| Won’t kiss forever, one lied to keep within walls, within walls, within walls
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| I read the testament when I was was twelve
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| I wanted love, don’t want the Lord
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| Steady yourself, heels to the board
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| In the yellow
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| Where the union’s pre-destined, but I’ve thought of a plot
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| Should it not come together in good time
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| Call out the faceless, cold cases
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| Built as as time
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| Look for the architects, love is designed
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| So it’s not how you feel at the time
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| It left me cold, how the elegant falls
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| tread on the bed they sowed
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| And and tables, our only embrace
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| When they call with the wrecking ball
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| Steady yourself, heels to the board
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| In the yellow
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| Where the union’s pre-destined, but I’ve thought of a plot
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| Should it not come together in good time
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| Heels to the board
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| In the yellow
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| Where the union’s pre-destined, but I’ve thought of a plot
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| Should it not come together in good time |