| Left you, left you there in, there in the sunlight
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| In the sunshine by the windowsill in the kitchen
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| In light of what was to come, it was not enough
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| Just like, like the cardboard, the cardboard that covered
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| The missing panes and cracks in our bedroom windows
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| We should have known they wouldn’t keep out the cold, it was not enough
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| It’s not enough
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| It’s not enough
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| It’s not enough and it never was
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| And they’ll call out with a name by, a name by which I’d never call you
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| And we’ll grow out when it’s time, and the skins we’ve known no longer fit us
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| It’s not enough and it leaves you tired
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| See you, see you there in, there in the sunlight
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| In the sunshine by the windowsill in the kitchen
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| And they’ll call out with a name by, a name by which I’d never call you
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| All things being well still feel it was not enough |