There's the river, there's your house and there's the church
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And there's us years ago
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Deep in your garden where the nettle met the rose
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Is where we'd hide ourselves
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Yes, we were just kids
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But you couldn't tell us that
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These are the garden rules
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It's what you always said
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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You would call the garden rules, out like commands
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And we would all obey
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But you'd stifle giddy laughter as you spoke
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And puncture the pretend
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And we would chase our tails
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Until the sun forgot to shine
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And our parents called our names
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Till just you and I were left
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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From your house we walk the river
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To the church by the silent fields
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Amongst the lavender and headstones
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And the larks in our Sunday clothes
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Your father calls to you
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As he's looking at his watch
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You leave me with a kiss
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On my quickly heating cheek
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you so
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Oh, you will never know how much I love you
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The Garden Rules
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| Snow Patrol |
