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By Beth Orton, I'm that great divide
That never was at all
That's neither large
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By Beth Orton, You've seen sad times,
Your eyes have told me so,
Blue and
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By Beth Orton, If there's something you wanna do
You'll know when you've seen
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By Beth Orton, Some of the worst wrongs
Get righted on three chords
Like a
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By Beth Orton, Watching the sun coming up over Mount Washington
Forever testing your
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By Beth Orton, Now you're sitting on a Paris train
Laughin' at your own
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By Beth Orton, [Beth Orton]
So much stays unknown till the time has come.
Did
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By Beth Orton, I've been sitting so high on this pedestal
No need to
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By Beth Orton, These memories are just pieces of sky
Pieces of something
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By Beth Orton, Sometimes I get to thinkin', baby, when I'm all alone
I
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By Beth Orton, Well love love love is a one way train
Comes
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By Beth Orton, That we must fly is a ?? thing
And nothin' can
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By Beth Orton, She said I put a spell on you
He said there's
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By Beth Orton, Home is where the heartbreak
Wraps cold around my bones
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By Beth Orton, You saw a time to come
Where the eyes of the
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By Beth Orton, It’s true your love has been a lesson
And it’s
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By Beth Orton, Fallen from the western selves
To find yourself alone again
Wondering
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By Beth Orton, I've been reeling home
A broken shopping trolley
Wheels on
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By Beth Orton, This is a call for the national implementation
Of mother to
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By Beth Orton, You been trying to find the line
To define the strength
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By Beth Orton, It's another cold London night
I wrap his head around my
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By Beth Orton, I wanna sit and talk and laugh with you as
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By Beth Orton, Stayed true to the things I knew when I was
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By Beth Orton, You walked into my house last night
I couldn't help but
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By Beth Orton, Sugar boy its all over now
Sugar boy its all over
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By Beth Orton, She weaves secrets in her hair
The whispers are not hers
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By Beth Orton, Lost myself in a tangent of words
Can't decide what I've
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By Beth Orton, If we should meet again
on some darkened street
pack in it
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By Beth Orton, Summer's burning (up inside)
Left alone (to gag then tie)
Here comes
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By Beth Orton, Tired, but I ain't sleepin'
Thinking about some sad affair
And why
