The fox, the fox Lied Eyes under my prize
The fox, the fox Lied Fox eyes under my prize
We're in a different war With ourselves, and with some of you So many things that don't hold true
With the fear that dims our light With the barnacles on our right
On the grass, beachy head On the cliff to which you've been lead The curve of the hill is green and soft As if the wind would hold you aloft
Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
Recognise and send away, set it asail Serenity inside of me
We're in a different war With ourselves, and with some of you So many things that can't be true
On the grassy beachy head On the cliff where you were laid The curve, the hill is green and soft As if the wind would hold you
Serenity inside of me Set asail
But you'll sail alone If you don't hold the rope You'll go alone
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