| I’m at the brink, don’t laugh
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| At the winks I’ve masked
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| Who’ll save you when you fall?
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| The wrinkles and bricks that we’re left with at last
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| And that drink, will it fix all those questions unasked?
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| Who died and made you king of it all?
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| Who wins this war? |
| You’ve a knack
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| For applause from the back of the stalls, but you lack
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| The conviction to look at me straight and say yes
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| Now the wind feels so warm on the back of my neck
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| As we walk with the sun hand in hand from the wreck
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| Some fictions we took to mean fate, believe me, I know
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| Don’t be uncouth, be a man
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| Don’t lie with your eyes, you know I despise that look
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| You’re home, for God’s sake, I’m
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| Tell the truth to me, love, does my hair look as nice
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| As it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?
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| Look at me as you say this, don’t look at your phone
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| Done with your dreams, they won’t last
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| Thirty winters will pass, you’ll look back
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| At the woman 50-year-old you will be proud to have known
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| 'Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass
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| After summers of fasting, I feel hunger at last
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| For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known
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| 'Cause these plates, they smash like waves
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| (Place your smile in mine)
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| And the wine stains hide the tears
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| (Why stay? Hide the)
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| But that
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| Breathing you hear, don’t mistake it for sighs
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| Don’t you realise? |
| They’re just battle cries, dear
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| And these lines aren’t wrinkles, dearheart
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| (Hardly knew the words)
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| They’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art
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| (I'm dolled up, love, don’t I deserve to just)
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| And as I
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| Walk away, I know that I’ve been through the wars
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| But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause
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| Come on, love, please don’t start
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| Sing your notes, play your part
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| Then we’ll leave, we were gods
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| With you, I could summon the gods and the stars
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| Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart
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| And we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears, we were kids
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| «Come at me, you blaggards,» you’d yell
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| From the back of the gallery
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| Say goodbye, I am not
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| «Come at me, you blaggards,» you’d yell from the banks
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| Wielding words against make-believe wizards and tanks
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| And by God, love, believe me, I wanted to play too, I did
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| A drunkard, a daughter, a preacher, God knows how
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| You dragged us both into the darkness that grows
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| Oh, dear God
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| But we sunk into water no creature can know
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| You dragged us along to watch all of your shows
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| Our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army
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| I won’t leave without a fight
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| I won’t let you turn our last night into this
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| I’m going to binge watch a box set, drink wine, reminisce
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| This isn’t a break up, dearheart, it’s a season finale
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| 'Cause these plates they smash like waves
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| (Place your smile in mine)
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| And the wine stains hide the tears
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| (Why stay? Hide the)
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| But that
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| Breathing you hear, don’t mistake it for sighs
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| Don’t you realise? |
| They’re just battle cries, dear
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| And these lines aren’t wrinkles, dear heart
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| (Hardly knew the words)
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| They’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art
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| (I'm dolled up, love, don’t I deserve to just)
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| And as I
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| Walk away, I know that I’ve been through the wars
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| But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause
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| (It's not pain) It’s applause
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| (It's not pain) It’s applause
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| It’s applause
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| All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt
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| Some release or respite from the heat and the hurt
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| Was taking the time now and then to ask how I am
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| And now at the end (At the end of all things)
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| I’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind
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| I’m doing fine |