| [00:05.14] | Siobhan Donaghy - Halcyon Days |
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| [00:20.45] | So wake up hope, |
| [00:22.11] | It's dark and lonesome, |
| [00:23.74] | I can hardly, hardly get open my eyes, |
| [00:27.04] | It ain't lonely, I'm holy, |
| [00:32.86] | So he comes home, she's hating him some, |
| [00:36.02] | He can hardly, hardly stand up in his home, |
| [00:39.45] | Oh the aching, now now |
| [00:42.95] | |
| [00:44.24] | In a stream of purest thought, |
| [00:46.87] | Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
| [00:50.07] | It's tender to behold, |
| [00:56.38] | As the past melts away, |
| [00:59.26] | I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
| [01:02.44] | Halcyon days of pages old |
| [01:08.17] | |
| [01:16.79] | Them kneecap words, they're crushing him down, |
| [01:19.70] | It gets harder and harder to get over them now, |
| [01:22.91] | He can fight, it ain't over, |
| [01:28.97] | So was he wrong and hoping it right, |
| [01:32.11] | He can hardly, hardly blame him so |
| [01:35.68] | Oh the hurting, now now |
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| [01:40.73] | In a stream of purest thought, |
| [01:43.03] | Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
| [01:46.20] | It's tender to behold, |
| [01:52.76] | As the past melts away, |
| [01:55.41] | I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
| [01:58.65] | Halcyon days of pages old |
| [02:04.07] | |
| [02:05.44] | In a stream of purest thought, |
| [02:08.10] | Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
| [02:11.13] | It's tender to behold, |
| [02:17.40] | As the past melts away, |
| [02:20.45] | I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
| [02:23.65] | Halcyon days of pages old |
| [02:28.89] | |
| [02:37.24] | It's tender to behold, ooh.. |
| [02:42.91] | Tender (to be...) to behold |
| [02:48.33] | |
| [02:49.00] | In a stream of purest thought, |
| [02:51.91] | Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
| [02:54.80] | It's tender to behold, |
| [03:00.97] | As the past melts away, |
| [03:04.00] | I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
| [03:07.23] | Halcyon days of pages old |
| [03:12.55] | |
| [03:14.03] | In a stream of purest thought, |
| [03:16.64] | Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
| [03:19.71] | It's tender to behold, |
| [03:25.93] | As the past melts away, |
| [03:29.08] | I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
| [03:32.20] | Halcyon days of pages old |
| [03:37.83] | |
| [03:38.98] | I wish I could... |
| [03:42.03] | |
| [03:44.03] | Oooh... |
| [03:54.16] | It's tender to behold, |
| [04:03.58] | It's tender to behold |
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