| I go to see April
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| On the bank of the Regent’s Canal
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| She always lives at the seams
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| Once in my mind, in my dreams
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| And she sees everyday more like a cube
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| Keeps telling me we don’t see the signs that we use
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| Just look, see the signs that we use
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| And you’ll see everyday more like a cube
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| And I go deaf and I go dumb
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| If I don’t see the winter sun
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| I’m so glad the blue bells are here
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| I’m so glad that April has come
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| Cause she always lives at the seams
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| Once in my mind, in my dreams
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| Heaven mourns
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| Makes a beggar out of me, a beggar of me
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| Heaven mourns, heavens mourns
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| Makes a beggar of me, a beggar of me
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| A beggar of me, a beggar of me
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| A beggar of me
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| Heaven mourns, heaven mourns
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| She makes a beggar of me, a beggar of me
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| A beggar of me, a beggar of me
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| A beggar of me, a beggar of me |