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When I think of it now that it's done |
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How it might've gone without a place to belong |
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I can see we played into their hands |
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And they picked our bones until we proved them wrong |
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It's only a moment |
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The minutes and hours, they fly from me now as then |
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It's all in the detail |
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I've been here before but still don't remember when |
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As we stared in the face of the storm |
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And the change began to gather over the bend |
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There was always a chance it would come |
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But if you can't make it happen nobody can |
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It's all but forgotten |
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The minutes and hours, they're nothing that can't be bought |
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It's all in the detail |
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Hold onto your head, you're living without your thoughts |