| Everything to decide
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| It’s time I came up with some answers before I can carry on
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| It’s time I made my mind up before we can go along
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| And I thought it was so simple
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| And I knew that it could be so fine
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| I know that the places that everything comes
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| Rose beds scattered across the lawn
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| Like the squares at Waterloo
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| With the bayonets of thorns repelling
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| Small children in search of lost tennis balls
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| Seeing everything and giving their all
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| I used to be scared of heights
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| I used to get dizzy
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| I never felt safe with my feet on the ground
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| They said that up there the air would be clearer
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| They said more space and more room to breathe
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| Everything to the side
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| I knew that something would happen
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| It’s better off than being alive
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| I knew the standards decline
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| I knew that we had to decide
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| All the places that all we’d ever seen
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| And the place that we thought about
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| And the road that you travel has never been seen
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| Rose beds scattered across the lawn
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| Like the squares of Waterloo
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| With the bayonets of thorns repelling
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| Small children in search of lost tennis balls
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| Giving everything and giving it all
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| I used to think everything was coming up roses
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| But I couldn’t see the weeds that entangled my feet
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| I couldn’t see the trees
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| 'Cos my forest was burning
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| I couldn’t see the bridges the fire in my eyes
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| They sold me the view from the hill
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| They sold me the view from the hill
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| They said that up there the air would be clearer
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| They said more space and more room to breathe
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| I used to be scared of heights
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| I used to get dizzy
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| They sold me the view from the hill |