| I caught you dancing like a businessman
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| Or someone else’s parents
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| Letting your hair down
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| Unbuttoning your shirt
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| You were surprised and embarrassed
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| To see me come into the room
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| To fetch a drink of water
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| Because I couldn’t get to sleep
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| The weather’s cleared
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| But my own rain’s just started
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| A life of inbetween bits
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| A life spent putting flowers on a grave
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| A nation of leaves
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| Dead brown leaves, constant drizzle
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| Always sitting on my hands
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| At the foot of your religion
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| Oh but I don’t want to go to bed alone
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| I’ll sit in here, out here
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| In the quiet and the cold
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| In the cold…
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| When I was younger
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| The scent of flowers was stronger
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| Now they’re all covered in leaves
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| Dead brown leaves
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| Leaves all over the carpet
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| Except where you’re dancing like a businessman
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| Where you’re trampling the flowers
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| I’ve trampled so many flowers
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| I don’t know why I live here at all
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| I fell separated, isolated, outside it all
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| I don’t want to go to bed alone
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| I’ll sit in here, out here
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| In the quiet and the cold
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| In the cold… |