| You propel yourself into the arms of god
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| and christ and all the angels
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| Now you’re high above the people
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| who you used to call your equals
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| I will stay behind and live this life
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| You left me as a witness
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| who can tidy up your business
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| and record that someone lived here
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| in the shade of Trellick Tower
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| in those days of living gently
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| something holy used to love me something holy used to touch me Then he heard the voice I couldn’t hear
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| he’s gone to where it’s sent him
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| And now I’m praying for this pain to clear
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| he’s waiting on ascension
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| And now I’m praying but there’s still no change
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| You’re high as Trellick Tower
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| throw your head and when you let me spend
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| my life trying to climb you
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| and praying till my knees don’t fold
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| praying till my hands don’t close
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| praying till my fingers glow
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| And you’ve propelled yourself into the arms of god
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| and christ and all the saints
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| now I’ve been walking through our house
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| like separation made it sacred
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| I’ve been buried in the books you left
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| I treat them like they’re ancient
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| and I think relics' ache for when the saint had breath
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| They miss the thing that changed them
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| And I’m a relic and you’re so so high
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| You’re high as Trellick Tower
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| throw your head and when you let me spend
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| my life trying to climb you
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| and praying till my knees don’t fold
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| praying till my hands don’t close
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| praying till my fingers glow
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| And in the shade of Trellick Tower
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| I spent a while trying to keep you
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| tell all the people moving on, «hey
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| something holy used to live here»
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| now I’m a relic of a love gone by kneeling to address the sky
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| and I’ll keep praying till the binds untie
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| praying but I don’t know why
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| and I’ll keep praying till the binds untie
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| praying but I don’t know why
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| oh I’ll pray until the language dies
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| praying ‘cause you’re so so high
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| can I spend my life trying to climb you? |