| You put your hand on top of mine
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| You’re talking fast but talking blind
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| And I can’t bring myself to meet your eyes
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| Cos death is slowly covering you
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| In galaxies of black and blue
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| Oh and under your skin all his colours bloom
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| And you’re only half here
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| Like someone left a frail body and took the rest
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| But I remember when you were strong
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| And never wanted help from no-one
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| What you’ve become is not who I remember
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| Is this the cooling of the embers?
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| She’s back again through summers past
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| The smell of rain and freshly cut grass
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| Seems those ordinary days are the ones that last
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| Oh 'cos he was there, the one you loved
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| The one you never could let go of And there’s something you know as you’re looking up That your only half here
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| Like someone left a frail body and stole the rest
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| But I remember when you were strong
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| Never wanted help from no-one
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| What you’ve become is not who I remember
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| Is this the cooling of the embers?
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| Is this the cooling of the embers?
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| Cos you are not who I remember
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| It’s like you are a child, you are a child, you are a child once more
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| And all of our yesterday’s have gone
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| You put your hand on top of mine
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| You’re talking fast but talking blind
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| And I can’t bring myself to meet your eyes |