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You're taking down the signs |
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Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming |
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You're turning down the lights |
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In this cruel light symbols mean nothing |
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You're taking down the signs |
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Turning round your eyes |
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From dreams that seem so bright |
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Flying hope like kites |
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Hold loved ones tight |
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And turning to the light of that long window to love |
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And you forget about the years |
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About the planting and the dying and the growing |
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And you forget about your cares |
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But you remember that they've been forgotten |
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By the people sent to London |
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They're taking down your cares |
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Drinking off your tears |
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Gambling on your fears |
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For things that cost so dear |
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And won't be paid for years |
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Hoping you won't stare down that long window to love |
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They'd burgle all your sanity if it would let them hold you under |
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They'd knock on your door so hard the frame would crack under the strain |
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Its just the same ,just the same, Its just the same ,just the same |
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You're taking down the signs |
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Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming |
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You're turning down the lights |
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In this cruel light symbols mean nothing |
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You're taking down the signs |
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Turning round your eyes |
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From dreams that seem so bright |
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Flying hope like kites |
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Hold loved ones tight |
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And turning to the light of that long window to love |
