Words and music by Roddy Frame
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You said you're free, for me that says it all.
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You're free to push me and I'm free to fall.
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So if we weaken we can call it stress,
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You've got my trust I've got your home address.
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And now the only chance that we could take,
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Is the chance that someone else won't make it all come true.
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We're making tracks, they show our touch and go,
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And now it's touch and come and you should know.
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But then four years won't mean that much to me,
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When I've been smothered by the sympathy you bleed.
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Chorus:
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Just close your eyes again
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Until these things get better
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You're never far away
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But we could send letters.
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While you were gone I reached another town,
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They couldn't help me but they showed me round,
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And now I've seen what you can't understand,
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I'd try to lead you but I'd crush your hand.
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Because the people in the village know, it doesn't matter
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Where you choose to go the end's the same.
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I found some blood I wasn't meant to find
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I found some feelings that we'd left behind
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But then some blood won't mean that much to me
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When I've been smothered by the sympathy you bleed.
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Chorus
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We Could Send Letters
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Aztec Camera |