My letters sit on your window-sill
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Yellowed by the sun
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Written that time our love was in its prime
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They just ran off my pen
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My pen is broken now
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Couldn't eat a thing
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Couldn't sit next to you
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All this sorrow the joy brings
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It only shows me the truth
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Changing
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So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill
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[ ? ]
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All that joy couldn't help the boys
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But we look so [ ? ]
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Just like burning up the crockery
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With your fire we melt our joy
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Pour in the sorrow this joy brings
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Took away the doubt from me
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Changing
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My letters sit on your window-sill
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Yellowed by the sun
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Written that time our love was in its prime
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They just ran off my pen
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I can't write them now
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I can't eat a thing
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Couldn't sit next to you
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All this sorrow the joy brings
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It only shows me the truth
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Changing
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I'm changing
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Changing
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Changing
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Changing
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Nectar
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| Tindersticks |
