I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel
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A picture on a screen there sat you and me
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And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache
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I build a tower for you to portray
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You let go of my hand and acted like we never touched
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Like some harbour a ship never brushed
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I am the floor pile walk over me
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My light has grown tired paint over me
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All at once i just can't abide i fear
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On the cobble swims a king with a hearty smile
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Floor Pile
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| Shannon Wright |
