Blades of grass
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That shiver as I pass
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The world's asleep but I'm awake
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I'm walking home home again
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Morning stars
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Left my shoes back at the bar
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Didn't know my house was quite so far,
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So far from anywhere
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Strange how the ground
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Seems up-side down
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And morning - it starts without me
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Did I let you down?
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Should I come around?
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Would that make things better baby?
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You and I
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We get along just fine
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But oh, we both want to be right
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It's just not possible
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Change your mind
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Or maybe I'll change mine
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But either way we won't arrive
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At something plausible
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I'll see you 'round
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When you're in town
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And you can pretend to hate me
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All trace of love
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Has turned to dust
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Which I've been collecting lately.
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Dust
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Bic Runga |