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He trembles in the bitter wind |
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Until it's time for us to speak |
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Whilst others here are sleeping sound |
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I'll slip away by floorboard creak |
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Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets |
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Shock the colours to bleach inside |
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Whilst others there are sleeping sound |
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Just we two will confide |
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Listen to his body moan |
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Make a wish and send us home |
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To spin the gold and silver stitches |
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We can turn his rags to riches |
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With frosty jack on fingernail |
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Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale |
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Come whisper thro' your lips of straw |
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A moment torn forever more |
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Listen to his body groan |
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Make a wish and send us home |
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To spin the gold and silver stitches |
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We can turn his rags to riches |
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My so-called friends say you're not alive |
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I'll bake their bones for telling lies |
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Then pull the pastry from the pie |
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And pour the gravy in their eye |
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Listen to his body moan |
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Make a wish and send us home |
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To spin the gold and silver stitches |
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We can turn his rags to riches |