How would you know?
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When everything around you's changing like the weather,
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A big black storm.
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And where'd you turn to?
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Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you let me know?
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Cause I don't want to,
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To trouble your mind with the childish design of how it all should go.
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But I love you so,
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When it all comes clear, when the wind is settled, I'll be here, you know.
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Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
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The sand upon that place
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Darling I'll grow weary, happy still
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With just the memory of your face
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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And I will never forget the plans and the
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Silhouettes you drew here and
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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My dear
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How would you know?
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When everything around you's bruised and battered
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Like the cold night storm.
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And where would you turn to?
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Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you tell me so?
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Cause I, I adore you so
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When it all comes clear, the wind is settled, I'll be here, you know.
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Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
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The sand upon that place
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Darling I'll grow weary, happy still
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With just the memory of your face
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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And I will never forget the plans and the
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Silhouettes you drew here and
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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My dear
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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And I will never forget the plans and the
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Silhouettes you drew here and
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Gracious goes the ghost of you
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My dear
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Gracious
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| Ben Howard |
