The fox, the fox
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Lied
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Eyes under my prize
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The fox, the fox
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Lied
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Fox eyes under my prize
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We're in a different war
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With ourselves, and with some of you
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So many things that don't hold true
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With the fear that dims our light
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With the barnacles on our right
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On the grass, beachy head
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On the cliff to which you've been lead
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The curve of the hill is green and soft
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As if the wind would hold you aloft
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Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
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Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
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Recognise and send away, set it asail
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Serenity inside of me
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We're in a different war
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With ourselves, and with some of you
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So many things that can't be true
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On the grassy beachy head
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On the cliff where you were laid
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The curve, the hill is green and soft
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As if the wind would hold you
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Serenity inside of me
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Set asail
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But you'll sail alone
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If you don't hold the rope
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You'll go alone
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The Fox
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| Nada Surf |
