| Of endless possibility
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| Will it leave me cut and shorn upon an island
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| Surrounded by desolate sea
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| Slow I wander as a cloud on the horizon
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| A part of you that always stays with me
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| I miss you like I miss the calm upon a river
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| I miss you like I miss deceit
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| It’s the same bridges
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| It’s the same cost
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| It’s the same lover
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| It’s the same roads
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| That you can’t cross
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| But you still love her
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| The faintest lines, my favourite scars
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| The finite wistful memories
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| The trust and bonds that we create across a century
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| Are homeless like some fallen tree
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| Nowhere for emotions to roam anymore
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| They appear as flotsam on an endless beach
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| I swim until the tide won’t hold me anymore
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| I swim until I’m out of reach
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| It’s the same bridges
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| It’s the same cost
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| It’s the same lover
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| It’s the same roads
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| That you can’t cross
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| But you still love her
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| And of the many people that it takes hold of will you recover
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| To the same roads
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| For the same cost
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| To the same lover
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| I think there’s about a million people
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| Been trying to find their own way back here for so long
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| I think there’s about a million people
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| Been trying to find their own way back here for so long
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up, head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up, head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up, head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up
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| You’ve got to lift your little valuable head up, head up
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| And of the many people that it takes hold of will you recover
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| To the same roads
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| For the same loss
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| For the same lover
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| To the same places
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| For the same cost
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| For the same lover |