| In Summer when the storm begins
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| I’m on the outside looking in
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| By the warm glow of the lamp
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| She is shadow and the window is thin
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| Found our room made of stone
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| Just one of many in a row
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| Have I said that I would leave
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| For I’m nothing if I’m something you own
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| At her place by the Thames
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| Watched the sailed ships come in
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| Laid her clothes on the bed
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| Saw the sky opening
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| Wide open, inside
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| I don’t let you hide
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise
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| I thought I never would belong
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| So I looked back where I was born
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| Where the paint is always peeling
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| And the fires left sweeping up alone
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| I had traced back again
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| With a chain on a limb
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| I am there when it’s dark
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| I’m outside looking in
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| Wide open, inside
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| I don’t let you hide
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise
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| Before a time there was no change
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| And the colours stayed the same
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| I live there down below
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| But it’s not quite a home
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| Wide open, inside
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| I don’t let you hide
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise
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| But you don’t, don’t wanna recognise |