Hand me down the picture
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Of you leaving unsaid
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I know how simple it gets
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But say by chance I need you
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Will you always be there?
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches
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On the strand again
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I'm learning to hand it over
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To whatever Lord there be
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And in the same old colours
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I'll be dressed for thee
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But it's not about that though is it?
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It's about you and me
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches
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On the strand again
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I hung your feet
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That famous painting above my bed
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And you told me a story
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About some guy who kept his head
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He drowned neath the Southport
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Neath the pier where we stand
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And I will lie with you neath the beeches
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On the strand again
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Neath The Beeches
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The Frames |