So I'm there,
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Charging around with a juggernaut brow
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Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make
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Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
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Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
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When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch
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Of a song that I know and the world moves in slow-mo
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Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day
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And it's you and it's May
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And we're sleeping through the day
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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Do I have time? A man of my calibre?
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Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager?
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No. And I dealt with this years ago
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I took a hammer to every memento
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But image on image like beads on a rosary
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Pull through my head as the music takes hold
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And the sickener hits, I could work till I break
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But I love the bones of you, that I will never escape
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And it's you, and it's May
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And we're sleeping through the day
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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And I can't move my arm
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For the fear that you will wake
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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And it's you and its May
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And we're sleeping through the day
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And I'm five years ago
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And three thousand miles away
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The Bones Of You
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