| Hopping fences we ran
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| Sipping swigs of our cans
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| Can you pass me the lighter mate, give me your fire
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| Filming shit on that camera you nicked / it’s my dad’s
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| We can both barely stand
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| Over hedges we’d headlong
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| And on ledges we’d land
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| From every height I’d fall I’d call
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| /We hear our legends, we hear them, they call
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| I’d reach out for your hand you sing
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| If I have to be who I was / you’re not
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| Do I have to be who I am
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| Didn’t the trees tell us their storis
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| Yeah but we, we calld them all liars
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| And they said come down now
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| But we climbed so
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| High, high into the night
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| I look at those secret worlds you call eyes
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| And wonder if we might
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| There’s something changed
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| The leaves like broken shards of stained glass windows
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| /There's something weaved into our windows
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| Oh, shining in your light
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| You were a king and his castle
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| I was every dirty rascal
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| If you asked me for my lighter mate I gave you my fire
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| I’d call as you climbed
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| And I’d catch you every time you fell
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| ‘Cos I will suffer silence for the strings you tune
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| And I’ll withstand what’s written for the writer in you
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| Write me well my love, write me weird
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| Write me willing, write me well
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| Didn’t the trees tell us their stories
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| Yeah but we, we thought you were mental
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| You were talking to trees
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| And they said come down now
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| But we climbed so
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| High, high into the night
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| I look at those secret worlds you call eyes
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| And wonder if we might
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| There’s something changed
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| The leaves like broken shards of stained glass windows
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| /There's something weaved into our windows
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| Oh, high
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| And on that tree I’ll carve your name
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| ‘Cos in years to come we both know we won’t be the same
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| You asked me to climb I never learned
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| But if you ask me for my fire
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| Just watch me
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| Just watch me
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| Just watch me burn
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| Just watch me burn
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| There’s something changed
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| The leaves like broken shards of stained glass windows
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| /There's something weaved into our windows
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| But we climbed so high
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| We climbed so high
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| There’s something changed
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| The leaves like broken shards of stained glass windows
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| /There's something weaved into our hearts into our windows
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| Oh
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| Shining, shining
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| Welcome to ruin |