Same when I left you
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Now the same upon return
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As your pages flip over
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You seem to let them burn
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You drink from the bottle
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That stole your friend
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Your friend
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Your friend
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Now the seasons
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They come and they go
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I watch the blossoms
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As the bees take their own
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I peer through the water
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That floods my eyes
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My eyes
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My eyes
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I want you in my life
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I feel I need you in my life
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But I can't have you
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Not tonight
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Not these days
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Not these days
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Not these days
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Not these days
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I watch our children
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As they play in the sand
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Speaking those words
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That only you can understand
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I know inside of you
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You feel that they are gold
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You know there's time
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They are not yet old
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They want you in their lives
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I feel they need you in their lives
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But they can't have you
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Not tonight
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Not these days
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Not these days
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Not these days
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Not these days
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I hope these things
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They come alive inside you
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And you recognise
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I hope these things
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They come alive and bite you
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In the night
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I see you standing with each child
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And laughing
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As you feed their smiles
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I hope these things
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They come alive and bite you
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In the night
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Because we
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We need you
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In our lives
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Because we
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We need you
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In our lives
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Because these days are
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These days are nothing
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Tell me where do we fit in
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These days are
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These days are nothing
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Tell me where do we fit in
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Where Do We Fit
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Xavier Rudd |