and she's walking on the edge of a knife
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and she knows it's the death of her
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Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible
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and she's walking on the edge of a crowd
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late at night you can never tell
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town from town
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sounds of England swallow you down
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makes you want to laugh
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could a heaven on earth be ours here & now?
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and she says "what's in my palm?
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read between the lines
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give me something to savour
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can you do that? cos I'll believe anything
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and I say
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when you're hoping for some more from your life
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shouldn't wonder you've had enough
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and in my town
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sounds of England swallow you down
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and a heaven on earth is all ours but not now
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I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours
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come on down
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On Earth
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