Wine bottle why are you weary?
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And why are my eyes so grey?
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Semi-circle people are pointing
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And staring up to the sky
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And the dogs are all gone
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And my muesli is mouldy
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And the saints they are sinners in their songs
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And the crickets they call to their rusted rainbow
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I swear if you listen you might just hear our song
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TV light flickers so fiercely
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Bridging the gap between my eyes
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Outside the rain is tapping my window
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A jet trail left hanging in the sky
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And the puddles reflect the sky in the morning
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Then the pavements lead to another place
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With one ear to the west
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And then ocean beside me
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I swear if you listen you could just hear our song
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Electric sensations will not stay with us for long
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Wine bottle why are you weary?
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And why are my eyes so grey?
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Semi-circle people are pointing
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And staring up to the sky
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And the dogs are all gone
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And my muesli is mouldy
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And the saints they are sinners in their songs
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And the crickets they call to their rusted rainbow
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I think if you listen you might just hear our song
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Eclectic sensations will not be with us for long
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By TV Light
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Turin Brakes |