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Photo of the artist Ben Howard

Burgh Island

Ben Howard


With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go
And the sun tries you're feeling home, I guess you're broke
And were all sick of it, and breath tide uo in someones hold
And I screamed at you, Burgh Island, and sepia tones

And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known

With brown eyes shining, short lane on a way to go
And the sun tries you so long
And were all sick of it, and breath tide uo in someones hold
And well break for it, in Burgh Island and see through your toes

And if ever to leave, I'll say before I go
That you're the best moment I have ever known

Oh, Ibite my tongue that you leave it the first to the wind
Cause I heard the song by my means of fickled child
The one blowning

Oh, I bite my tongue, brought you many the first to run
Cause I heard each song by means of fickled child
The one blowing

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