I have wept until I've slept
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Into the lap of the lady that I love
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And though she begged and she cajoled
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I couldn't tell her what I was thinking of
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I didn't chose, no I was chosen
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By a life that must be lived in passing through
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And though she changed so much for me
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Changing this is the one thing I cannot do
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Darling, I'm leaving
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The distance keeps calling me on
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Darling, come morning
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I'll be gone
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She is beauty, she is graceful
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In a poison she is gentle in her care
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She is the calm in the centre of my storm
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She has her fingers through my hair
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She has my heart but it is breaking
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Cause it knows that deep inside she still believes
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That there will ever come a morning that I'll stay
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And not gathering to leave
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Darling, I'm leaving
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The distance keeps calling me on
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Darling, come morning
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I'll be gone
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Baby let's get out of the city
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We need to breathe some cleaner air
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That creeping feeling starting like I miss you
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And we're both of us still here
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There's a sadness in your smiles now
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And an edge of desperation in your voice
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We have all this independence
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But it still feels like we never had a choice
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Darling, I'm leaving
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Wanderlust
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| Frank Turner |
