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The low pressure band |
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had broken up but not let go |
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As holy stormy monday |
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broke out on the streets below |
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If not to hear your voice |
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is still the thing I can't replace |
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Somehow I can always see your face |
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In the lowlands |
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I rise up in the evening |
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and rebuild a heart of stone |
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All around the border |
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where your memories have grown |
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'Til someone told me don't you know |
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there is no hiding place |
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Not until you meet it face to face |
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In the lowlands |
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On the battlefield |
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I can see a big bright continent |
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where fear does not exist |
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Where you could walk away from me |
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and I would not resist |
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And I won't be coming back again |
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to see where we went wrong |
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Never more to hear your siren song |
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In the lowlands |
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In the rain |
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On the street |
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In all the places |
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Where we used to meet |
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In the lowlands |
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In the lowlands |
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The Dream Academy - "Lowlands" |
