With our backs all turned to morning light
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and all our timing gone
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We can find some common surface
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to put all our worries on
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We can pour them out, or let them drip
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then split them one by one
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They can dry out, let them lie out
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in the eyes of the morning sun
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Don't stop waiting 'till you feel it all
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When I left you weighing your choices up
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and all the light had gone
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You had tied the ends together
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made them fight out all night long
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Now the good half turns to what you had
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the bad half's giving up
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You can tear it out and bury it, put all your worries off
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Favourite Day
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Bombay Bicycle Club |