The lights change on the hillThe air seems strangely stillEveryone’s asleepThe floorboards creak at dawnAs you walk out on the lawnThe grass is wet beneathYou think it rather strangeYou think it rather weirdIt’s fair to say that Nothing is keeping you hereNothing is keeping you hereNothing is keeping you here The phone is off the hookAs you sink into a bookYou don’t know where you areFrom the world; detachedUnto a girl you latchedIt never got too farAnd everybody talksAnd everybody staresIt’s safe to say that Nothing is keeping you hereNothing is keeping you hereNothing is keeping you hereAnd everybody's downAnd everybody cares You knew your day to shineWould come without you hereCome without you here...Nothing was keeping you hereNothing is keeping you here
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