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With a Little Help from My Friends

de Lisa Hannigan

Your heart sings like a kettle
And your words, they boil away like steam
A lie burns long while the truth bites quick
A heart is built for both it seems
You are lonely as a church
Despite the queuing out your door
I am empty as a promise, no more

When the time comes
And rights have been read
I think of you often
But for once I meant what I said

I was salted by your hunger
Now you've gone and lost your appetite
And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight
I am lonely as a memory
Despite the gathering round the fire
Aren't you every bird on every wire?

When the time comes
And rights have been read
I think of you often
But for once I meant what I said
Here I stay, I lay me down
In a house by the Hill
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill
Here I stay, I lay me down
In a house by the Hill
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill
Dug from the rubble, cut from the kill

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