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and i walked west sussex sunlight |
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up by dead mans pool |
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where ma, mudlarck and lewes |
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stared me down, you drunken fool |
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old teenage debts engulfed my chest |
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as i contemplate death |
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put a challenge to its glamour |
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and all its loss and glory |
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wet afternoon breath |
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was taken deep into my lungs |
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thinking of the man i must become |
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my story has just begun |
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and i will be returning to myself soon |
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for i've been alone for too many |
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of the great moments in my life |
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alone like so many |
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but at this moment in my life..... |
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father, father, any way i can help ye? |
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I am only just growing better to know thee.... |
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thank you for all the things you've given to our family... |
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given with your heart to your wife and my sister and me... |
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now i look out west of battle where our ancestors lie in grave, |
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out to breed where the blacksmith put root to our family name... |
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I get proud of my birthright, |
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think of the things i must leave |
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when i leave behind the city |
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and the living |
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finally |
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desire |
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desire |
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deep down inside of me |
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you are not the maker nor the master of me |
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help me to better support my family |
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to better better of a brother be.... |
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desire |
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desire |
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deep down inside of me |
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you are not the wrecker nor the ruler of me |
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desire |
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desire |
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deep down in me |
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i've been alone for so many |
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of these great moments in my life... |
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alone like so many |
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desire, despair and death |
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you are not the wrecker nor the ruler of me |
