The Fox
The fox, the fox
Lied
Eyes under my prize
The fox, the fox
Lied
Fox eyes under my prize
We're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that don't hold true
With the fear that dims our light
With the barnacles on our right
On the grass, beachy head
On the cliff to which you've been lead
The curve of the hill is green and soft
As if the wind would hold you aloft
Its how you feel for me now, not how you felt
Its how you deal with envy, not how you dealt
Recognise and send away, set it asail
Serenity inside of me
We're in a different war
With ourselves, and with some of you
So many things that can't be true
On the grassy beachy head
On the cliff where you were laid
The curve, the hill is green and soft
As if the wind would hold you
Serenity inside of me
Set asail
But you'll sail alone
If you don't hold the rope
You'll go alone
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