| When you let your hair down to your shoulder
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| Call me a coward, but I’m not a fool
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| The wind lets it loose and you let it blind you
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| I may be lazy, but never untrue
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| And with your gloves on above the causeway
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| I deign to unveil you as you may desire
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| Your hands full of packages, bound to deliver
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| Your eyes of the coldest fire
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| And you look at me blindly as I do
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| As if to say that i have been wrong
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| Well I’m only the sundial sitting
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| I haven’t moved all day or night long
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| Maybe it’s you that’s been rootless and changing
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| Always the first to call yourself ice
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| When in fact underneath it’s a basin
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| The bottom deep out of sight |