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Overhear Me |
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The bechstein was our lifeline
We could see our faces in the shine
And know it wasn't over
You never said you loved me
Even when we crowded out the children from the sofa
I hope you overhear me
I hope you overhear me
When I'm uttering my name for you
In case collected copies of the times get faded before ninety nine
The trunk will stay locked shut
In the garden the ritual was acted out under every tree
Shame my favourite scenes were cut
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