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There's a place that we can go at the end of a long, slow day |
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Street lamps fuse the rising night, I feel so far away |
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When you came in late from the garden, I couldn't turn my eyes |
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And I was dead |
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Outside in the crowded places, ships are sailing through the wood |
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Impossible |
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Leaving in the space between the Bovis homes, the railway heath |
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Impossible |
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I can see my freedom but I need a little time |
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Your hair wet and your arms full |
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You were dead, you were alive |
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Looking in the heart of light, looking into the silence |
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From those nights so frigid |
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They seemed hardly real |
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Through the last light on the plain |
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Roland to the dark tower came |
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Impossible |
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Impossible |
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Impossible |
