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Pull down the blinds and stare at my blank screen |
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Some voice is asking how my weekend's been! |
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planes go across the sky of Petersham |
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One day I will see all the hope that's stored in them |
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The pale underside catches the light |
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Like as see-saw I need more weight to carry me up |
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Maybe oneday she will just say that she's happy enough,happy enough |
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Leaves haven't fallen yet but winter's been too long |
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Grief hits me like a succession of time bombs |
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I've run out of reasons to explain it away |
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Like a see-saw I need more weight to carry me up |
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Maybe one day she will just say I'm happy enough |
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If I was older then I would hold her |
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Tight and say: don't you ever leave me |
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And then maybe one day she will just say |
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that she's happy enough, happy enough |
