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Swing low In a dark glass hour |
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You turn and cower |
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See it turn to dust |
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Move on a stone dark night |
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We take to flight |
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Snowfall turns to rust |
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Seam in a fusing mine |
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Like a nursing rhyme |
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Fat man starts to fall |
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Here in a hostile place |
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I hear your face start to call |
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And if you think |
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That I've been losing my way |
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That's because I'm slightly blinded |
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And if you think |
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That I don't make too much sense |
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That's because I'm broken minded |
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Don't keep it... |
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Inside |
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If you believe it |
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Don't keep it all inside |
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Strong words |
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In a ganges sky |
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I have to lie |
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Shadows move in pairs |
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Ring out from a bruised postcard |
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In the shooting yard |
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Looking through the tears |
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Out of a black slate time |
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We move in line |
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But never reach an end |
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Fall in a long stray town |
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As the ice comes down |
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River starts to bend |
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And if you think |
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That I've been losing my way |
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That's because I'm slightly blinded |
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And if you think |
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That I don't make too much sense |
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That's because I'm broken minded |
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Don't keep it... |
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Inside |
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If you believe it |
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Don't keep it all inside.. |
