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It was cold, you had your hands inside your sleeves |
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As we walked |
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I heard the laughter in the leaves |
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See the shadows lying now where once we stood |
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And I would lie down right there if only |
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I couldThe music came to me, it came across the sound |
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And you laughed and shown and danced a circle around |
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As we walked away, |
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I saw a shadow on the ground |
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There were stones inside my pockets that |
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I foundWhen |
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I was younger |
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I heard angels on the roof |
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As thousand voices singing, each one was the truth |
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Well a wise young lad, |
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I left them in my youth |
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And I have only just my memory for proof |
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See a doorway open on a darker road |
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Out in the garden, thread lies broken on the loom |
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See a face that's smiling, quick around the wall |
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And in the distance, mountains waiting for the fall |
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See these knots around my hands, around my feet |
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They would take me down my end for me to meet |
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I grow weary of this struggle and this fight |
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The morning's so far off from out here in the night |
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The night is cold and you must leave me, this |
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I knowAnd empty all the places where we used to go |
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Before I knew you |
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I went climbing in the snow |
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Called your name out to the darkness down below |
