| This call is just a small thing to you
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| And I am just a phase you’re going through
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| This shade of blue nearly makes me want to stay, stay, stay
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| Another girl
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| Another day
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| «It was the weekend we arrived, I think-late February, early March-and my socks
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| had soaked right through, my only shoes no match for the snow that so thickly
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| coated all the pavements that everything, even horror, turned to magic»
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Like the salt that’s spilt and sold
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Where the blue gives into gold
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| Let’s call this what it is, the colours are moving
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| It crossed my mind to watch the light we were losing
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| This shade of you nearly makes me want to stay, stay, stay
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| Another girl
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| Another day
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| «Yet in those first weeks, time seemed to have frozen. |
| The city felt familiar
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| though I knew next to nothing about it. |
| We had landed, it seemed,
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| in the landscape of a dream, yours or mine do you reckon»
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Like the salt that’s spilt and sold
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Where the blue gives into gold
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| «Let's go sit by the canal you said, let’s watch the ripples widen»
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| Steady
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| Like the salt that’s spilt and sold
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| Steady
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| Where the blue gives into gold
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Like the salt that’s spilt and sold
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| Keep me 'cause I’m steady
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| Where the blue gives into gold |