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Cold is the wind of my last words, |
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Blown from the lips of a runaway |
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Trite is the weight of a farewell' |
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I've fallen through the looking glass again |
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I'm far from, I'm far from home |
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Leaning on the gale of the storm |
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I'm facing, I'm facing fire |
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Fleeing from the pains of running right |
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Sad are the sorrows of the proud |
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The words to their own ruin ringing out |
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Rough is the road of my return |
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Traveled at the length of some year's end |
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I'm far from, I'm far from home |
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Leaning on the gale of the storm |
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I'm facing, I'm facing fire |
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Fleeing from the pains of running right |
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running right |
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running right |
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running right |
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Cold is the wind of my last words, |
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Blown from the lips of a runaway |
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I'm far from, I'm far from home |
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Leaning on the gale of the storm |
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I'm facing, I'm facing fire |
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Fleeing from the pains of running right |
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running right |
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running right |
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running righ |