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The click of the front door
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Your clothes left on the floor
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Bike wheels, still turning
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Where you left them on the back lawn
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Your voices recede and
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Your fingers slip from my hand
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White skies and silence
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A lifeless wind burns through the Downland
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And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
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And you're not home, home, home, home, home
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I sit and stare, I sit and stare
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Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
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I love that silver-grey first morning light
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I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
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Think I can picture some new shape of life
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But now you're not home
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You're not home
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Not home
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And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
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When you're not home, home, home, home, home
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I sit and stare, I sit and stare
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Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
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I love that silver-grey first morning light
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I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
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Think I can picture some new shape of life
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But now you're not home
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No, you're not home
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I love that silver-grey first morning light
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I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
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Think I can picture some new shape of life
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But now you're not home
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No, you're not home
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No, you're not home
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No, you're not home
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No, you're not home