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After, all the funerals we come back from the secret shows and just where The bridge line splits us up we wonder if the other's happy home lets go swimming In the surf we'll pat dogs and the creases in our clothes flick through another Record pile click cups and colour in the eyes on all the photo's that we've got not Much but we hope for what we got don't know we might not meet again so let's Hope we meet someone who can Oh Set out, for where the water's blue Wave strong and flick up the rear view hope for a new conclusion better roads and better use of them push bare feet up to the glass get a feel for the landscapes rushing past good spots to one day come back to I guess not but I think about it too so what will become of here cause this part don't feel at all as near as once it ever used to do just hope it don't feel closer to you oh oh oh This is the unbroken part of it â this is the unspoke part of it Our friend said the sweetest thing be true and catch up between drinks have heart and open doors they're not here and don't say those things no more it's hard to think of anything when you want to think of everything but if it's how it's to begin well this is how it's to begin Take this summer on your shoulders let it keep you let it split you open This is the unbroken par of it Take this winter on your shoulders let it heat you let it fold you over This is the unbroken part of it From Letras Mania