| Who is that upon the stairs
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| Acting like he don’t know where
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| And who is laying down all the cards
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| And giving me the wrong things to say
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| And like a wheel on the table
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| He’s a Cain to my Abel
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| Oh oh it’s my shadow
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| A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet
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| Oh oh into my day
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| It’s my shadow
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| Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes
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| Oh oh into my day
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| Happy in the time when I would have been there to see you
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| Happy in the time when I would have been there at all
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| Happy when the night is gone and I believe you
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| Happy when the night is gone and I need a call
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| Who is chasing in the wind
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| All the letters never sent
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| And who is dusting down the stars
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| And giving me the wrong moves to make
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| And like a wheel on the table
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| He’s a Cain to my Abel
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| Dancing upon the floor
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| It’s my shadow
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| Making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes
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| Oh oh into my day
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| It’s my shadow
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| Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet
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| Oh oh into my day
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes
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| And if my shadow comes a creeping
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| Then I’ll always find me sleeping in the sun
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel
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| When you find that things are getting wild is that
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| The hardest smile that you can ever feel… |