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All clear, good Lord
Did well to be ignored
Your falling temperature like cooling kisses
All through your head
A made-up water's edge
A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses

I'd love to see you waving
From the far side of the swim
Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted
Where colour field meets canvas
And the picture breathes you in
Where all the stories meant for you have already started

Bright girl, dead town
Walking tall but blown around
The secret chainmail gown of your father's blessing
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing

I'd love to see you waving
From the far side of the swim
Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted
Where colour field meets canvas
And the picture breathes you in
Where all the stories meant for you have already started

Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
Bright girl, dead town

Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Bright girl, dead town
Open mouths for miles around
Bright girl, dead town

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"Our Peter using apps on an iPad. It's good that one of us is staying abreast of new technology. I still call the radio a wireless and iPods Walkmans.

Somebody close to me was a very bright kid and bullied for it. I wish I could go back in time and rescue her. If this clicks with anyone in a similar position that is the next best thing. I've said it before but school is absolutely not 'the best years of your life.' Mine wasn't a bad school, in fact it was quite a good one, but I don't feel life began 'til the gate clanged shut behind me." - Guy Garvey

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