| The fox, the fox
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| Lied
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| Eyes under my prize
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| The fox, the fox
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| Lied
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| Fox eyes under my prize
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| We’re in a different war
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| With ourselves, and with some of you
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| So many things that don’t hold true
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| With the fear that dims our light
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| With the barnacles on our right
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| On the grass, beachy head
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| On the cliff to which you’ve been lead
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| The curve of the hill is green and soft
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| As if the wind would hold you aloft
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| Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
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| Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
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| Recognise and send away, set it asail
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| Serenity inside of me
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| We’re in a different war
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| With ourselves, and with some of you
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| So many things that can’t be true
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| On the grassy beachy head
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| On the cliff where you were laid
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| The curve, the hill is green and soft
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| As if the wind would hold you
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| Serenity inside of me
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| Set asail
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| But you’ll sail alone
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| If you don’t hold the rope
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| You’ll go alone |