There is no hole in which to hide
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There is no plane to catch
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No hope, tell them that's warm enough
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No rent to a room that's quiet
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A friend I've known through six degrees
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Cools down to where I hide
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A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
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She comes back to my side
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You're so far from wanting to talk
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You're so far from wanting to say something good
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Feel something good
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The sea cries of loves of girls
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The sea cries of boys
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The storm, we are the both of us
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Too close to ever love
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Whiskey from the island of Sun
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Whiskey from the year you were born
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Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile
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Somebody asked me what hell was like
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Somebody asked me for help
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Somebody asked me what hell was like
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Lunging and happening, parting of souls
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Every girl you ever admired
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Every boy you ever desired
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Every love you ever forgot
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Every person that you despised is forgiven
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Sunday's Pretty Icons
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| Belle & Sebastian |
