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Maybe in a shoebox with a leaking penMaybe in the glove box of a carMaybe in the spare room in a box of ringsMaybe sitting rotting in a jarMaybe in a basement beneath the stairwellMaybe floating somewhere northwards on a breezeOr maybe in a trash can of an old hotelOr perhaps sleeping in the grass amongst the treesMaybe in the shed behind your parents' house(Nah there's nothing there...)Maybe in the garden amongst the leavesMaybe stuck beneath the terracotta tilesMaybe buried deep beneath the autumn leaves(Oh I don't like your chances)Tell them about the spot above the wading poolWhere you can sit protected from the southerlies(I don't even know if it's there anymore)Or you can tell them about the place you used to shout it outAnd wait for your voice to return from the sea(No wouldn't...) From Letras Mania