Now it's just you two
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In a world of poems and paintings
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I guess this means I'm through
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It also means I'm breaking
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But Isabelle, what can I do
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If I'm caught in him, this man you love?
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And Isabelle, what can I do
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If his strong hands make it hard to shove him away?
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And I know it's hard to picture it up here
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In your tobacco-strewn back yard
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And it is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him
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Just look what he's done so far
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But Isabelle, what can I do?
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The last thing I need is to end up askew
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And Isabelle, what can I do?
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The prophets make it difficult
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Isabelle, what can I do
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In the few weeks time you're out of sight?
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And Isabelle, what can I do
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Just because it feels alright?
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And the ground's already hard
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Where its been dug in
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I've gone this way too many times
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But the pit keeps getting deeper
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But I'm not turning back
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So Isabelle, try to understand
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I know just what to say
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But it's incorrect to say it
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How do I break it to him?
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The death of one is staying
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And all I think of now
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Is a way to get under and a way to get out
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So Isabelle, what can I do
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With the naive pain it's causing you?
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Isabelle
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
