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The West Country

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I scooped up a field of West Country trees Slowly by slowly beneath my nails You always said you could see clear through me We're all trying to escape the same old jails We're all redrawing pictures of the same old fires All bored stiff by the bell I scooped up a field of West Country trees Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell I hope you're doing very well Sarah, Sarah, Sarah I hope you're doing very well I'm struggling to control the pedals My knuckles turn white around the wheel We all lie awake some nights We all lodge the odd complaint about our meals The morning calling The road falling The West Country chest fills its lungs up in a swell Alarms are ringing out In the shadows of the house Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell Everywhere a honeysuckle smell I hope you're doing very well Sarah, Sarah, Sarah I hope you're doing very well Sarah, Sarah, Sarah I hope you're doing very well