Coming back to the city
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That I never quite leave
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Picture you be the ocean
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Picture me coughing into my sleeve
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Like a snake eating snake you confuse me
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Who's killer ? Who's captive ? Who's free ?
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In a city that kills by constriction
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Throw your streets around me and squeeze
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And draw down the stars
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Draw down the stars
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What's in your heart?
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Draw Down The Stars
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| Tom McRae |
