Want you at my gentle spoken friend I lack a frame to put you in when
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You're an ocean and a rock away
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I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat my fingers wrap around your
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Words they take the shape of games we play
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I feed your words through my buttonholes I pin them to my fingerless
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Gloves green and prone to fraying
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Thoughts of you, warm my bones I'm on the way, I'm on the phone, Lets
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Get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.
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I am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an
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Ocean and a rock away
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I keep you in the pockets of my dresses and the bristles of my brushes
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Spin you into my curls today
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I spoon you into my coffee cup, spin you through a delicate wash I wear
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You all day, I wear you all day
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Thoughts of you warm my bones I'm on the way, I'm on the phone lets
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Get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me
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Thoughts of you, warm my bones, I'm on the way, I'm nearly home, Lets
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Get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me
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Ocean And A Rock
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| Lisa Hannigan |
