Songtexte Dear Florence - Robin Foster , Ed Dowie
                                                The 
                                                arrogance 
                                                of 
                                                ageing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bold 
                                                will 
                                                follow 
                                                you 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Accept 
                                                it 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                failure:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Resign 
                                                to 
                                                provenance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                weapons 
                                                summarily 
                                                withheld
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uncovered 
                                                parallel 
                                                destruction 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                Florence, 
                                                spirals 
                                                and 
                                                wasted 
                                                heads 
                                                are 
                                                born 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                carrot 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cages
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                host 
                                                will 
                                                follow 
                                                you 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Encourage 
                                                him 
                                                with 
                                                patient 
                                                advice 
                                                and 
                                                more 
                                                pretence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                quarrel 
                                                wasn't 
                                                replaced 
                                                back 
                                                then
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                problem: 
                                                moralising 
                                                recognised 
                                                dissent
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                Florence 
                                                suddenly 
                                                wasted 
                                                friends 
                                                are 
                                                born 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Withholding 
                                                other 
                                                nations 
                                                to 
                                                task 
                                                and 
                                                hurry 
                                                her 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Uncovering 
                                                vexations 
                                                with 
                                                ashen 
                                                orange 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                worries 
                                                balancing 
                                                ancient 
                                                friends
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                brother, 
                                                where 
                                                    I 
                                                put 
                                                the 
                                                mess 
                                                it 
                                                went 
                                                by 
                                                summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Travelled 
                                                away 
                                                uncertain 
                                                environments
 
                                    
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