Gone, advice from a side road
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And a dying breath and yellow oak
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Big tall weeds and leaves of gold
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Now; a wasted clock hollow
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And I'm not the drowning man you think
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Though I flail my arms, I refuse to sink
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All I ever wanted was to see
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Scottish windows opening for me
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It's all I ever needed in the end
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I saw you in a store window
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Dress the orange window glow
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I'm walking down a winding close
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The gray evening fell over me
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And I saw your face, though fleetingly
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As the bus pulled away from me
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All I ever wanted was to see
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This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me
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It's all I ever needed in the end
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You need different boots in this country
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I see you through the screen door
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Abandoned below in the birch's bough
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You left me on the church floor
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All I ever wanted was to see
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Scottish windows closing as I leave
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It's all I ever needed in the end
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In the end, in the end
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In the end, in the end
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Scottish Windows
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| Buffalo Tom |
