| In the last gasp of your heart
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| A song you couldn’t sing
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| The words were far too old
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| The tune was paper thin
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| But when you were a girl
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| This song was fresh and loud
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| You chased it round the school yard
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| You rode it like a cloud
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| The birds amongst the rafters
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| They knew the song by heart
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| They loved to hear your laughter
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| They sang the house apart
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| I heard of you from others
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| But others loved you less
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| I climbed inside your records
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| I climbed inside your dress
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| I’m seven steps behind you
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| I’m gathering your breath
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| I am the jar of echoes
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| I am the silent death
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| In the last gasp of your heart
|
| A song you couldn’t sing
|
| The words were far too old
|
| The tune was paper thin
|
| But when you were a girl
|
| This song was fresh and loud
|
| You chased it round the school yard
|
| You rode it like a cloud |