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There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage |
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December's the look in your eyes |
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This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why |
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Upon st john the seagulls swing |
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The statues stare they're whispering |
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December's the look in your eyes |
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This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why |
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Memories fading out of range |
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Faces and places that your chasing |
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Hallucinations entertain |
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Spreading your wings |
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Its an autumn palace now |
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Mrs jones your time is round |
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We've come to take you over |
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December's the look in your eyes |
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This shouldn't mean that much to you not to know why |
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Zeroes multiply |
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Memories fading out of range |
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Faces and places that your chasing |
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Upon st john the seagulls swing |
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Stature stares |
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The wind is whispering |
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Don't you worry about the stairs love |
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Take this lift to keep you up there |
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There amongst the little shops on the promenade frontage |
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December's the look in your eyes |
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This couldn't mean that much to you not to know why |
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Zeroes multiply |
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This couldn't mean that much to you |
