| Give me something to hold
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| That lasts until I’m old
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| That won’t get changed or rearranged
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| When it all gets bought and sold
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| When it all gets bought and sold
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| Keep me on the run
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| Alive and forever young
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| As the leaves die under the Autumn sun
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| And the final day has come
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| And the web’s been finally spun
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| Meet me in my hidden place,
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| Where I hide my disillusioned face
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| Off the beaten track where there’s no way back, With the cider and blacks and
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| the panic attacks You and me are calling the shots
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| Connecting souls like dot to dots
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| The stars in the sky like teenage spots
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| That shine but pine for love
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| My mind keeps wagin' war
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| I’ve been here many times before
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| There’s a lump in the throat when the boat still floats
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| But the captain’s not too sure
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| No, the captain’s never too sure
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| There’s no footprints in the sand,
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| Where my ocean meets your land
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| Through the seven seas, through the fields and trees,
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| On the bleeding knees, with the OCDs
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| You and me are calling the shots
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| Connecting souls like dot to dots
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| The stars in the sky like teenage spots
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| That shine but pine for love
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| That shine but pine for love
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| Give me something to hold
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| That lasts until I’m old
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| That won’t get changed or rearranged
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| When it all gets bought and sold
|
| When it all gets bought and sold
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| Keep me on the run
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| Alive and forever young
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| As the leaves die under the Autumn sun
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| And the final day has come
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| And the web’s been finally spun |