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(Richard Thompson) |
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Oh you speak the words |
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Locked in my breast |
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But it's late for me |
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Let an old man rest |
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One more black and tan on the barricade |
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To keep me safe from loving |
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes |
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To the cold flame of the Northern Lights |
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes |
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And I see you still in the shuttered night |
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What a newfound friend is honesty |
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To see ourselves as others see |
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To see the shy boy inside the man |
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Is that all I am, just starved of loving? |
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes |
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To the cold flame of the Northern Lights |
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Well I close my eyes, close my eyes |
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And I see you still in the shuttered night |
