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Words and music by |
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Roddy Frame |
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Born on a junk heap in the sea |
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Cursed with the notion to be free |
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White and bright and twenty one |
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But in my heart |
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I'm on the run |
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I kissed the lips of eau de vie |
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I tasted sugar and debris |
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But in the early morning light |
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I saw the day destroy the night |
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Life is a long walk home |
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Chorus: Was it the moonlight |
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That left you gasping |
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Grasping, something, beyond a boy or a girl |
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Just let it all blow |
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Untie your heartstrings |
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No, don't cling to this phenomenal world |
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I lost my senses in the spring |
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Of someone's life that |
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I left behind |
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And though |
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I search through everything |
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A sense of loss is all |
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I find Her face is every work of art |
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She haunts the city high and low |
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But I can't live inside her heart |
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And so I had to let it go |
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And make my heart my home |
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Chorus |
