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There is a high cliff on the South Coast of England where, each year, people have ended their lives by driving over the edge. |
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Here at my feet |
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The metal remains |
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Of hopes that died in the air |
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Here at my feet |
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Salt water washes over despair |
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Was it for fear of the future |
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Was it for guilt of the past |
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And where are the souls |
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Oh the sea doesn't know |
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And where are the souls |
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Oh the rocks cannot say |
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And where are the souls |
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God only knows, how you're feeling today |
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Here in my head |
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I see an eagle that flies into the sun |
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Here in my head I say a prayer |
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That You'd save the next one |
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Is there no-one to watch over this place |
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To pray this evil away |
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Looking up at cliffs so white |
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Shadows in this evening light |
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Looking up at sky so blue |
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I can only think of You |
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Of You |
