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The windows stay closed, |
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They've never known me. |
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I walk to the door if it looks like it's lonely. |
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The turn-table turns |
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For a song you just learned: |
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An old story worth telling, |
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Morphology gone wrong. |
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The ashes feel good in my hands. |
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So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you. |
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The ashes feel good in my hands. |
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So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you. |
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How can you go home again |
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If everything has been burnt? |
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How can you go home again |
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If everything has been burnt? |
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You can't ever |
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You can never |
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You can't ever |
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You can never |
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Bonnie Cane(?) went away, one drunken |
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Welsh Gray |
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Now I never know what to do |
