Its better to sing that you stick to your wings then to roll in the past
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But right in the blur of a stormed apparition I was stuck out making it last
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Are you ready for love to carry you home
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Keep your hands steady
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You¡¯re bound to be unknown
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When you were getting low in the Manchester snow I was buying new jeans
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When you were giving head in the cold of his bed I had lapped you twice
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I don't know their names but I know what they mean at least I¡¯m not another major machine
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Are you ready
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For love to carry you home
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Keep your hands steady
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You¡¯re bound to be unknown
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Are you ready now
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For love to carry you home
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Keep your hands steady
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You¡¯re bound to be unknown
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If my soul is returning from where I cannot see
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From smoke into summer tonight could set us free
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In the morning there is sunlight and it burns into our world
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Oh little darling we have learned
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Manchester Snow
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| Benjamin Francis Leftwich |
