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I don't remember what it was like to go back home |
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I only know it was cold and white and I was alone |
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Won't you tell me how I could see you now |
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Tell me why everybody tries |
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Everybody lies |
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Underneath the trees tonight where little men sleep |
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All that snow will turn to ice while their lovers creep |
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Won't you tell me how I could see you now |
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Tell me why everybody tries |
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Everybody lies |
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We could live in Dave's hands at Sunnyland park |
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And watch their little days turning into dark |
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Won't you tell me how I could see you now |
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Tell me why everybody tries |
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Everybody lies |
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Everybody lies |
