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When I got back along my road |
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All the trees had come out as green |
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Nobody called for many days |
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I was left in my little world |
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Lived through the smell of painted floors |
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Echoing the sound |
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Off running water through the pipes |
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And posters falling down |
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When I woke up the second day |
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All the noises have disappeared |
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Down the street I chose a path |
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And walked to the end of it |
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Of all the words you sent to me |
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There was one that I couldn't bear |
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One that for me meant everything |
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I think you got mixed up with care |
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Taking care, taking care |
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Live on the island |
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Live on the island |
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Live on the island |
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Live on the island |
