MERCURY
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S.Miller/E.Burton - PRS/MCPS
Put on your old coat you said it reminds you of those violet years
Waltzing in the balance on the cutting room floor
Dressed up in the 60s, you looked just like your mother did
Feathers on your shoulder shout your challenge to the day
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It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
Tell them to join loud, to meet you at the picket line
Stronger with each voice, you will bring the ceasefire
Reaching out across the border, skimming stones as best we can
Keep a weather eye on, only now I understand
I wish I’d taken more time when what was yours was yours and mine
Old songs in your bloodstream, you knew every line
Sinking with the ebony as the cracks begin to show
Addicted to the the highwire that once belonged to you
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It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
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You are still the same, the same but ever changed
Floating on the mercury trapped in a lucid dream
I'll come and see you soon to look you in your cotton eyes
Sifting through the blackouts for a part of you that's near
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It’s a weight
A weight too great to bear
The undergrowth takes hold
Now I don’t know which way to go
I don't know myself
You don't know yourself
We don't know ourselves at all