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You wrote me notes on paper bags |
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You strolled the roads as I turned back |
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Air was calm the sky was black |
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You wrote a list of things I lack |
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We've come to realise |
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We're opened up our eyes |
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'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet |
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And I'm a painting but you're blinded |
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I always have to justify how my tongue dances |
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We're barely getting by on taking chances |
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We've come to realise |
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It's us that we despise |
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'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet |
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And I'm a painting but you're blinded |
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We've come to realise |
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It's us that we despise |
