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5:49One more Every time I walk down Richardson Road I see the life you could have had there if you'd wanted The early sun that catches shop windows In the mist makes mirrors in the lists of errors Our suburban pleasures Suburban pleasures Suburban pleasures The comfort of the café a lifetime ago Sons are on the mobiles in the middle distance Just above the rooftops of Richardson Road With the quiet mothers becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Through the English weather Over gorse and heather Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Becoming light as feathers Through the English weather Over gorse and heather Becoming light as feathers