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Well it doesn't look much like we'll see the new year |
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Cos all the bright young faces are here |
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And I can't see us rising to their occasion any more |
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No, not their Christmas cheer |
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Time is against us, even love conspires to disgrace us |
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And with things being what they are ... |
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Yes and things being what they are |
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Oh my friend, we used to walk in the flames |
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Now somebody's taken my arms |
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The shadows are taller. you're missing your halo |
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With your face in the half-light you Iook like a stranger |
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You made me catch my breath just then |
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You made me catch my breath |
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Is that you:... is that still you? |
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If you cannot run, then crawl |
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If you can leave, then leave it all |
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If you don't get caught, then steal it all |
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If you don't get caught. then steal it all |
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Steal it all |
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The final time we touch |
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I watch as you enter the church |
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You turn and you wave, then you kneel and you pray |
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And you save of yourself what you can save |
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If you cannot run, then crawl |
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If you can leave, then leave it all |
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If you don't get caught. then steal it all |
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If you don't get caught. then steal it all |
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Steal it all |
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And between ourselves, and the end at hand, |
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Save what you can |