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look around
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this is the landscape that we`re in
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there is the house we`ve built
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and there`s our yellow dustbin
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and just behind those trees
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you can see the little barn
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we used to jump into the hay
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like we were diving in the ocean
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walk through the garden now
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and smell them herbs and spices
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go strolling up that hill
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to where the rotting stake is
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you are looking down on me
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and i am looking up to you
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think again
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now think again
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about what you want do
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all the promises you make i cannot keep
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all the dreams you bring about are far too deep
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and one more thing to make this misery complete
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i wanna know
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cause i don`t know
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just why you want to go
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look around
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this is the landscape that we`re in
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gracefully surging fields
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a thunderbolt enlightening
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the narrow path we used to walk
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as if we`d sail the seven seas
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to hide away and booze and fuck
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like sailors out on shore-leave
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all the promises you make i cannot keep
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all the dreams you bring about are far too deep
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and one more thing to make this misery complete:
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it seems you played the game
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just a little smarter
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and while my brittle raft will sink
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you go walking on the water
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look around
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this is the landscape that we`re in
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the lake the trees the birds and bees
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and everything`s revolving
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the clouds between the sky and i
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slowly drift apart
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the rain will wash away the tears
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and soothe your aching heart
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all the promises you make i cannot keep
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all the dreams you bring about are far too deep
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and one more thing...
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your aching heart
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| rainbirds |
