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A sharp contrast |
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Clumps of whitened grass by the marsh |
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Frosted at the joins |
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Paving takes on the look of boiled sweets |
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Soft plastic tied into bows |
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Skin past the ages of the boat |
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Our limitations are abundantly clear |
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No one's sure how to fill in the gaps |
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The hit grips you by the throat |
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Wires criss-cross overhead |
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Search for bargains on the market stalls |
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Too much money for your own good |
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Lines begin |
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To familiarise the surface of your skin |
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They spider 'round |
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To emphasise the magic of your grin |
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Open-air rides for two |
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They're passed me by all my life |
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Our limitations are abundantly clear |
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No-one's sure how to fill in the gaps |
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The heat grips you by the throat |
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Smog forming overhead |
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Fruit glistens on the market stalls |
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Too much money for your own good |
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Some get to the finish line at a quicker pace |
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The point is how and why you are the race |