My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wunderkind
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You took me behind a dis-used railway line
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And said "I know a place where we can go
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Where we are not known"
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And you gave me something that I won't forget too soon
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But I can't believe you'd ever care
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And this is why you will never care
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These things take time
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I know that I'm
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The most inept
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That ever stepped
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I'm spellbound; but a woman divides
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And the hills are alive with celibate cries
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But you know where you came from, you know where
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You're going and you know where you belong
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You said I was ill, and you were not wrong
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But I can't believe you'd ever care
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And this is why you will never care
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These things take time
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I know that I'm
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The most inept
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That ever stepped
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Oh, the alcoholic afternoons
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When we sat in your room
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They meant more to me
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Than any, than any living thing on earth
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They had more worth
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Than any living thing on earth
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On earth, on earth, oh ...
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Vivid and in your prime
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You will leave me behind
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You will leave me behind
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THESE THINGS TAKE TIME (TATE)
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The Smiths |