| You can see I’ve been making an effort
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| You can see I’ve been working hard, boy
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| Working hard
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| And you see, I’ve been putting my trust in
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| You can see I’ve been laying down, Lord
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| Laying down soft-side up
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| Turning it 'round, burning it down
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| All to the sound of birdsong
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| It was never a mistake, I was always gonna make
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| The right road to take was there along
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| So it’s over, you’re moving out Monday
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| It feels right, but you still get scared, son
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| Still get scared
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| I know you’re feeling like there’s nothing to hold to
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| No arms open wide to enfold you
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| Just go home
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| You can see I’ve been holding for nothing
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| You can see I’ve been letting go, Lord
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| Letting go
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| And you see I’ve been thrown in the deep end
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| You can see, to the waves, I surrender
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| I surrender, swallow me
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| Turning it 'round, burning it down
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| All to the sound of birds' song
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| It was never a mistake, I was always gonna make
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| The right road to take was there along
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| So it’s over, you’re stood in the station
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| Come out pale with the reason you’re late now
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| You’re late
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| And you run for the phone and your mother
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| But there’s nowhere to run after that girl
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| After that, nowhere
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| Ooh, turning it 'round, burning it down
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| All to the sound of birds' song
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| It was never a mistake, I was always gonna make
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| The right road to take was there along |