Words and music by Roddy Frame
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So you appear and say how I've grown
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and fill me up with faces I've known.
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In this light they're far from divine
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I'll save them up and spend them when I have time.
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The salted taste of all your tears and woes
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Sent me in haste my melancholy rose
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Those tasteless lips were closed
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You watched me come, you'll see me go.
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Once I was happy in happy extremes
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Packing my bags for the path of the free
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From pillar to post I am driven it seems
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These bitter tokens are worthless to me
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Just like June the curtains are closed
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The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
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I'll love the flames like I've loved the cold
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I'll learn to love the life of the "could I, could I, could I"
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So I don't cross my fingers any more
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You looked for rags and found them at your door
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How could you ask for more
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Than everything you've heard before?
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Once I was happy in happy extremes
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Packing my bags for the path of the free
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From pillar to post I am driven it seems
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These bitter tokens are worthless to me
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Pillar to Post
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Aztec Camera |