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Whisper going round the city square |
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Rumour grows a tumour in your garden |
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Anticipation as the rain begins to fall |
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And pools up at the gutter in your hallway |
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I didn't want us to end this way |
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But the love has faded away |
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Chariot hits the wall |
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Body language says it all |
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It's the saddest state so suddenly |
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The magic disappears |
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And the clouds that circle round our home |
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Will suck the colour from our bones |
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I never get to win at pin-the-donkey-tail |
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The children's games we played |
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As grown-ups we have failed |
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For several years I tried to plead my case |
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And all the riddles I got back have settled into place |
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I found a way to get away |
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You found a place called home |
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I found the road that took me there |
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And found you weren't alone |
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Now I sit here with the things I need |
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And then I wander aimlessly |
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I wonder if the whispering is |
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Going round the city square |
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And as you boarded with your ticket |
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You found home was safer than |
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The place you tried to make your home |
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Maybe it felt like home, just now and then |
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Now and then, now and then |
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I tried to plead my case |
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It fell on empty ears |
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For several years, I heard the |
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Whisper going round the city square |
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Whisper going round the city square |
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Whisper going round the city square |
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I wish that I could silence it, but you weren't there |