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Still the pulse survives |
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The conscious candour of our conversation |
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Lovely as you are |
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I see the strain, the pain, the degradation |
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Strips of light delightful |
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Either side of bars so thick and wide |
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You hide them with a colourful sigh |
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Falling at your feet in sheer joy |
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That you were able to receive me like a favourite chair |
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Soaking up the tears if by magic it'll make me |
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Ever warmer even after you're not here |
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Could I be a boat for you a while? |
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Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile? |
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Could I be a boat for you |
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And ever gain this weight for you |
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Could I be a boat for you a while? |
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You are the yellow flower of my youth |
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The scent of nothing wasted |
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With little left to prove |
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Oh graceful evergreen you take me |
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Over hill I've ever been |
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And others, just illusions |
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Only seeming to be |
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Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able to |
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Receive me like a favourite chair |
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Soaking up the tears if by magic it'll make me |
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Ever warmer even after you're not here |
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Could I be a boat for you a while? |
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Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile? |
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Could I be a boat for you |
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And ever gain this weight for you |
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Could I be a boat for you a while? |
