Go your way,
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I'll take the long way 'round,
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I'll find my own way down,
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As I should.
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And hold your gates
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As croak in the Midas touch
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A joke in the way that we rust,
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And breathe again.
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And you'll find loss
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And you'll fear what you found
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When weather comes
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Tear him down
|
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There'll be oats in the water
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There'll be birds on the ground
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There'll be things you never asked her
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Oh how they tear at you now
|
|
Go your way,
|
I'll take the long way 'round,
|
I'll find my own way down,
|
As I should.
|
|
And hold your gates
|
As croak in the Midas touch
|
A joke in the way that we rust,
|
And breathe again.
|
|
And you'll find loss
|
And you'll fear what you found
|
When weather comes
|
Tear him down
|
|
There'll be oats in the water
|
There'll be birds on the ground
|
There'll be things you never asked her
|
Oh how they tear at you now
|
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Oats In The Water
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| Ben Howard |
