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I bought you tickets for the waterfalls |
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and you poured away all the change |
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Trained your bicycle to dance |
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told it tales of window boxes and people with locks |
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While you filed away the time |
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and lost the place in the river |
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Couldn't do anything about the days |
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But I helped with some of the nights |
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You worked my blisters to the bone |
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playing songs of tiny men and bridges in wine |
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While you led the time astray |
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and lost your head in the rainbow |
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You never saw anything glittering |
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but you had to melt it down |
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I made you rivers all run dry |
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soaked them up with train timetables and carpets of lies |
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And I listened to your smile |
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and found my place in the morning |
