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Some of these trees have been growing for years |
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the leaves on the floor must be five metres deep |
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the paths are a labyrinth or even a trap |
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some tides don't turn some things never come back. |
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Secret recordings were made in the marsh |
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I bore a hole in the tree just to see |
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Knights dance in molecules, here's Gallahad |
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They're rising back up, they're rising back up. |
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Shadows dance back up, it's happening again |
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If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: |
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"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" |
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(And that the Thames flows beneath the grass?) |
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Can't you see them floating like black ash? |
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Can't you feel them crawling down your back? |
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Can't you feel them breathing down your neck? |
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Sea breeze, sea breeze. |
