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With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go, |
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And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke |
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And we're all sick of it, |
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and breath tide up in someone's hold, |
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And I screamed at you, |
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Burgh Island, and see through your toes. |
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And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go |
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That you're the best moment I have ever known. |
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With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go, |
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And the sun tries you so long, |
| [02:49.78] |
And we're all sick of it, and breath tide up in someone's hold, |
| [02:58.97] |
And we'll break for it, in Burgh Island and see through your toes. |
| [03:19.12] |
And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go |
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That you're the best moment I have ever known. |
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Oh, I bite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind |
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cause I heard the song by my means of fickled child, |
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The one blowning. |
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Oh, I bite my tongue, |
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brought you many the first to run. |
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cause I heard each song by means of fickled child, |
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The one blowing. |
