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If I held a conviction in the palm of my hand love A day at the start of June You could see it breathing And I could feed it blood from a spoon Oh you know I could Get him out of here Long before the republic in a house on the border And a room where they both were born While the day was dreaming I turned around the dusk and the dawn Just because I could That's the way it goes If you need an opinion Or something for Monday I know where they keep your keys You can call me now and I'll come and watch you sink to your knees Yeah I think I would For the little man Way beforе the diversion In the last days of rеason The taste of a menthol light Lisa finished living And I was nearly drunk … but not quite Hold my f****** hands And the river Severn And the father was told How try as summer did Winter and the kids It's a long way to Saturday And the sun was still shining Inside but out of bounds Pretty as it sounds A mind over matter day The ghost of a chance was shown her very cross Her candyfloss Her beauty lost to the world Through an avenue of lime trees The limits of a longing I've yet to discover