| Your hair pinned up in circles
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| Worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature
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| Like two rafts knotted and ju-knotted
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| And still where sound is lost and found
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| But I fear it’s all just comin' back to me
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| And I fear that it’s all just comin' back to
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| Comin' back to, comin' back to me
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| Under that threat of sky we lie together
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| Why care about the weather
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| It only ends, it ends in darkness
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| You, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do
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| And you, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do
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| And between nineteen, nineteen, forty
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| For the tea it will have changed me
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| Turning from the invading light on my
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| My naked room, my naked room
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| Our coffee stains and dusty coughing
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| You, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do
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| And you, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do and you
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| You, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do
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| And you, you’re always, you’re always
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| Dressed and buttoned up
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| Ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba ba da ba bap
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| Do do do do do do do do and you |