Echo drenched inside reverb rain
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Your festive summer you just couldn't blame (wait ?)
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We became free into darkness then
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Until the night silence distance froze
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Our house stands never empty
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Our house filled with strangers pity
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Well I'd say I put it down to this warm spell
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And I must admit I don't know you very well
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Hear him laughing, his memory walks the garden
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I say it's all right I still believe in you
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We pretend nothing ever changes
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Shivering we don't stay too long
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In the back seat awake and dizzy
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Journey's over, it left me sleepy
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Well I'd say I put it down to this warm spell
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And I must admit I don't know you very well
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One hot night solid air like blankets
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My father's piano dreams of the sun
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His fingers tingle, anticipation
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Down the hall we shudder back tonight
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Our old house stands never empty
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Our old house filled with strangers pity
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Well I'd say I put it down to this warm spell
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And I must admit I don't know you very well
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Wam Spell
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| The Church |
