| A daffodil, a rusty swing
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| A broken bench where once sat king
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| A mouldy doll looks to the stars
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| And it was mine and it was yours when it was ours
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| A withered tree where birds did sing
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| A broken song upon the wing
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| Those feathered hearts looked up to mars
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| When it was mine and it was yours and it was ours
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| It was ours when I was yours
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| Before this place went on all fours
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| Now it’s under lock and key
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| It isn’t you, it isn’t me
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| It’s other couple’s falling walls
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| It’s other couple’s punctured balls
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| No wasp-filled jars or last hurrahs
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| Now it ain’t ours
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| The conversation, the whispered laugh
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| Is overgrown like garden path
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| The twisted branch, the crooked stairs
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| It was yours, it was mine, now it’s all theirs
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| The bicycle with buckled wheel
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| Lays on the grass like how we feel
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| A sparrow dies then eagle soars
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| Now it’s all theirs, no longer mine, no longer yours
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| Revisit graveyards, pubs, and clubs
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| But don’t go back to the place you love
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| They quickly return to distant shores
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| When they’re not ours, no longer mine, no longer yours |