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Thinking back now |
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I suppose you were just stating your views |
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What was it all for |
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For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt |
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And the times that we all hoped would last |
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Like a train they have gone by so fast |
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And though we stood together at the edge of the platform |
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We were not moved by them |
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With my own hands |
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When I make love to your memory |
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It's not the same |
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I miss the thunder, I miss the rain |
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And the fact that you don't understand |
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Casts a shadow over this land |
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But the sun still shines from behind it |
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Thanks all the same |
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But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters |
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It's not your fault |
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But your honesty touches me like a fire |
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The Polaroids that hold us together |
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Will surely fade away |
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Like the love that we spoke of forever |
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On St Swithin's Day |