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Pour the petrol can, around this caravan, |
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and watch the flames take all you own. |
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There's a girl that understands like the back of her two hands, |
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she's all you need to know. |
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Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find. |
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There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind, |
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there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. |
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And you follow the blackbird home, |
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through the early winter snow. |
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Your footprints track you through the grass. |
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And you ache just to smell her clothes and her cooking down on the stove |
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You see her face in everyone you pass. |
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Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find. |
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There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind, |
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there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. |
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And you walk down to her window press your face against the glass |
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only to find that she is happy in his arms. |
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Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find. |
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There's braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind, |
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there's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. |
