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Cousins |
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The night sky hung so heavy |
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The wet road shone so bright |
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Reflecting back my headlights |
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As I drove on in the night to stormy down. |
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I drew into a lay-by |
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My eyes were dark with strain |
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Turning up my collar |
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I walked out in the rain on stormy down. |
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Oh I was high on stormy down |
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Thinking of my friends below |
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But they had gone some other way |
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They did not want to know about stormy down. |
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I thought I saw the devil |
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In the branches of a tree |
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It was just imagination |
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But he looked a bit like me on stormy down. |
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Hey I was high on stormy down |
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Thinking of my friends below |
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But they had gone some other way |
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They did not want to know about stormy down |
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About stormy down, about stormy down. |
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The cold moon drew strange faces |
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On a slowly changing cloud |
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One looked like God the father |
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And I shouted right out loud on stormy down. |
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Oh I was high on stormy down |
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Thinking of my friends below |
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But they had gone some other way |
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They did not want to know about stormy down |
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About stormy down, about stormy down |
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Stormy down, stormy down ... |