Calm Like You
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I can still remember when your city smelt exciting.
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I still get a whiff of that aroma now and then.
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Burglary and fireworks,
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The skies they were alighting.
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Accidents and toffee drops
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And thinking on the train.
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He was young,
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In the frost,
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No regard for the cost of saying his feelings in moments they were felt
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And if he was calm like you,
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Locked up inside of your loops then he’d know full well,
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That all he had to say was goodbye.
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Summertime made promises it knew it couldn’t keep.
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The fairytale was climbing up a mountain far too steep.
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Colour in the pictures with your royal hands.
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Now I am craving heart-break while you’re making your demands.
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Calm Like You
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| The Last Shadow Puppets |
