| Hanging the last load out to dry
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| Two worn out t shirts
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| Two worn out lives
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| It’s only now I make my peace with time
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| No more looking out windows
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| Waiting for July
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| If we keep taking that call, taking that call
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| We’ll keep running at walls, running at walls
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| It’s time to break our fall
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| Is time to fire up the coal
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| Instead of running at walls, running at walls
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| And You can still grow to fill the room
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| See the autumn start to bloom
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| Maybe in our solitude we can’t break through
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| No talking-over what we might lose
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| If we keep taking that call, taking that call
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| We’ll keep running at walls, running at walls
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| It’s time to break our fall
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| Is time to fire up the coal
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| Instead of running at walls, running at walls
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| Cos you’ll never know if you never go if the truth was out of reach
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| We were high and restless, we got into deep
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| Maybe we’re a story better left incomplete
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| Cos you’ll never know if you never go if we’ve really found a place called home
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| Running at walls running at walls
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| Running at walls running at walls
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| Running at walls running at walls
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| We’ll just keep running at walls running at walls
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| Cos you’ll never know if you never go if we’ve really found a place called home |