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I still haven't gone to do up my hair |
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You'd have to be here |
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I like when I hear you talking |
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And I like when you just let it go |
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You'd have to be here |
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I'm watching an old man crossing the street below me now |
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Strange, but he hardly seems like a man anymore |
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I know it's the way of the world that the shimmer we hold somehow |
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Changes so slowly to sand on the shore |
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The sun has begun to break through the clouds |
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You'd have to be here |
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I like when I see you sleeping |
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And I like when you just let it go |
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You'd have to be here |
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I'm seeing a garden, a place I keep longing to show to you |
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It's northerly facing and close to an open fjord |
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The wind that was moving the rhubarb moved through my childhood, too |
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Calling so slowly from summers before |
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And everything changes and nothing can last |
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I'm sure you've been here |
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Sometimes I can't help but worry |
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And sometimes I can just let it go |
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I'm sure you've been here |
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The days may have names you can call, but they never come back to you |
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The days are like children, they change into years as they grow |
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They can't find their way and there's no one to show where they're going to |
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They play with us here for a while and so swiftly - they go |