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We climbed the hill far from the city wall |
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To the empty mansions and the big graveyard |
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I've not felt this strange since I was a kid |
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That deep down feeling of that sunday emptiness |
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We watched the summer ducklings clean their wings |
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They'll soon find out the coldness winter brings |
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No comfort could be found inside his arms |
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When my head was full of thoughts of cold wet ground |
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And he said I've come to hate your heart |
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'Cause it's like the rolling sea |
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Restless, hungry and only cruel to me |
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And all the tiny shops had closed their doors |
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And tvs flickered from inside the homes |
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And church bells told us time was passing on |
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But we were far from where we both were from |
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My hands were cold the bus it would not come |
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A crazy woman told us to stay warm |
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But warmth is something I shall never have |
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And my frozen heart's made damn well sure of that |
