Perfect Place Lyrics

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Recession - a perfect fit,
Makes no difference where he sits,
Not since they cut the ties,
Put some sadness in his eye.

Promises - come and go,
Soak the sun in drifts of snow,
A qualified butt-collector,
Working for the private sector.

Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.

They took the plans from up my sleeve,
By an architect, on new years eve,
There it goes, a new bronze tower,
Washed away with an april shower.

Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.

But, when youve gone,
Im still here, the only one,
My eyes and my ears,
Will be here til Im gone;
And its still the perfect place,
To rest a tired and weary face,
And its still the perfect place,
To lose your soul with a trace.

A lived-in face, with a root,
Of matted hair, a smiling tooth,
A dirty hand, a pixies nose,
Scratches underneath his clothes.

Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This must be it ...

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Recession - a perfect fit, 
Makes no difference where he sits, 
Not since they cut the ties, 
Put some sadness in his eye. 
 
Promises - come and go, 
Soak the sun in drifts of snow, 
A qualified butt-collector, 
Working for the private sector. 
 
Hes seen them go, 
Without a trace, 
This could be it, 
The perfect place. 
 
They took the plans from up my sleeve, 
By an architect, on new years eve, 
There it goes, a new bronze tower, 
Washed away with an april shower. 
 
Hes seen them go, 
Without a trace, 
This could be it, 
The perfect place. 
 
But, when youve gone, 
Im still here, the only one, 
My eyes and my ears, 
Will be here til Im gone; 
And its still the perfect place, 
To rest a tired and weary face, 
And its still the perfect place, 
To lose your soul with a trace. 
 
A lived-in face, with a root, 
Of matted hair, a smiling tooth, 
A dirty hand, a pixies nose, 
Scratches underneath his clothes. 
 
Hes seen them go, 
Without a trace, 
This could be it, 
The perfect place. 
Hes seen them go, 
Without a trace, 
This must be it ...

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