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Hand me down the picture |
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Of you leaving unsaid |
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I know how simple it gets |
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But say by chance |
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I need you |
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Will you always be there? |
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches |
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On the strand again |
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I'm learning to hand it over |
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To whatever |
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Lord there be |
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And in the same old colours |
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I'll be dressed for thee |
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But it's not about that though is it? |
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It's about you and me |
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches |
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On the strand again |
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I hung your feet |
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That famous painting above my bed |
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And you told me a story |
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About some guy who kept his head |
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He drowned neath the |
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Southport |
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Neath the pier where we stand |
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches |
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On the strand again |
