| And you know there will be others
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| Before we’ve had the chance to say
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| You know your voice won’t last forever
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| You know your voice won’t last the day
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| Certain that the tap is running
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| I think of leaving you behind
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| Sunken into ways of knowing
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| Your spirit broken, you say you only
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| Dream of being at work
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| Or of being at school
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| I dream of you doing handstands in your room
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| And you know there will be others
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| Before we’ve had the chance to rest
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| Seeking out a way to say it
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| Fifty different ways to skip this step
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| And sleeping in your bed together
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| Bodies near and thoughts afar
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| The heavier the rain the better
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| The grass is greener where we are
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| Dream of being at work
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| Or of being at school
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| I dream of you doing handstands in your room
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| In the town where you once lived
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| And where you kind of still do
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| You found a picture of your house
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| From when the door was still blue
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| Before your mum and dad broke up
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| Before your mum and dad died
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| I never thought I’d fit your shoes
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| Now I borrow them all the time |