| I was fourteen, my brother was twenty
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| When my dad sat me down, and told me you’d left me
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| I never listened when they called you crazy
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| I see so much of you in me lately
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| I wrote a song for you
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| And it’s called «Hide and Seek»
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| You never heard it but I, I got it tattooed on me
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| And I’d love to see you sitting in your chair
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| Smoking away, beautifully unaware
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| I wonder what it’s like to die
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| Sometimes you cross my mind
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| Well that’s a fucking lie
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| 'Cause you’re on my mind all of the time
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| I wonder what it’s like to die
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| Got in the taxi after my London show
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| And your favourite song came on the radio
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| I cried a little, then I stopped
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| Oh, you know I can’t hide it
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| I miss you so much
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| It was Christmas day when my mum found you
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| She puts on a brave face, but I can see right through
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| But your mind was beautiful, unusual, so loveable
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| But you were beautiful, unusual, so loveable
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| I wonder what it’s like to die
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| Sometimes you cross my mind
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| Well that’s a fucking lie
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| 'Cause you’re on my mind all of the time
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| I wonder, what it’s like to die |