| I went down the track, made the wrong turn
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| Finished up where I started
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| Noticed a change come over me
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| Fell in love with my own reflection, yeah
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| How does it feel beneath your own wheel?
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| Feel like an accident waking up
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| Under a bus with my fingers crossed
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| Now is the time we could make it up
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| So, you lost the fear, it wasn’t that bad
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| Left to your own devices, yeah
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| Still a young girl, eyes on the clock
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| Tick like a motor running out
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| Magnets and words up on the fridge
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| Speak to the poet in all of us
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| I missed the page that you thought about
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| Drew in the frost on the windowpane
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| And who I wonder could fail to notice
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| The aching silence come down
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| I’m humbled now
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| I hope you might come back
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| In your own time
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| Left to your own devices
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| And so, that’s how it goes
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| Never the first, always the last to know |