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The sun came out and hung above |
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Over our heads but far enough to see |
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A bomb exploding in another town |
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Children choking on a poison cloud |
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While on the streets, where lovers once walked |
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Side by side in idle talk |
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Bullets fall like unholy rain |
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People change as the panic sets in |
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A frightened baby by her dead mother's side |
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In a brutal world where there's nowhere to run, hide or cry |
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Now nothing feels the same way |
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Feel like it's changing again |
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Upon a street with no name |
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It's hard to find it again |
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I ran as fast as my feet could fly |
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Down country lanes where I took my time |
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Time like a hound snapping at my heels |
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I got past thinking so that I could feel |
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Feels like a film playing in my head |
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And I kept rolling down green Surrey hills |
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In Spring |
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Now I don't feel the same way |
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I feel I'm changing again |
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Upon a street with no name |
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It's hard to find me again |
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The sun came out and hung above, over our heads |
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but far enough to see |
