Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through your window
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But I know golden June can turn an empty grey against your window
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And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle
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If I walk by the trees I'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows
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But I know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows
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Will I turn my coat to the rain I don't know
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But I'm going somewhere I can warm my bones
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Fare you well I'll carry me away
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and sing for those I know upon their birthdays
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The Circle
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| Ocean Colour Scene |
