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Those were shards of glass that cut your foot |
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From the dishes you smashed, |
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I knew you would |
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Standing there helpless, like a child |
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The fight's over and, you won |
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But against who |
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There's no one there now |
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But me and you |
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I put you to bed |
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And close the door, but there's still war |
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Ooh, on Easter |
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Island. The demons they hover, your father, mother |
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The things they did to you, like no other |
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Over the years have been forgotten. |
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But not in your heart and it's still fighting. |
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Ooh, on Easter |
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Island. High and low, high and low |
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I'll search that stretch |
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Come back home |
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Come back home |
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Come back home |
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On Easter |
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Island Come back home |
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On Easter |
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Island |
