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You had it up to here with my west country talk |
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You can hardly understand a word I say |
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The shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall |
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It's gonna rain today |
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I try and tell you secrets until my face turns blue |
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I am not getting through to you |
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All the way across the ocean they're gathering their strength again |
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Lining up along the country's length again |
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This morning I know who you are |
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This morning I know who you are |
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On the river, the sun is bright gold |
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And the things you try to say to me make my blood run cold |
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But I hold you anyway |
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And we stare into the sun all day |
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And you're about to leave again, I've learned to read your movements |
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And I'm learning how to read your mind |
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The sun climbs the sky for us, above the Mississippi |
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And I can feel you in my arms but you're hardly even with me |
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This morning I know who you are |
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This morning I know who you are |