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A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia |
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The sound from broken homes, |
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we used to meet always here |
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As he lays asleep she takes him in her arms |
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Some things I have to do |
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but I don't mean you harm |
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Joy Division |
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I wore a careless glance |
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and kissed her last goodbye |
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Hands in the bag she packed a tear |
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she tries to hide |
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Cruel wind that howls down |
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to our lunacy |
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And leaves him standing cold |
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here in this colony |
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I can't see why |
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all these confrontations |
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I can't see why |
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all these dislocations |
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No, family life just makes me feel |
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uneasy |
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Stood alone here in this colony |
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In this colony (4) |
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Yeah, God in his wisdom |
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took you by the hand, |
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God in his wisdom made you understand (4) |
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In this colony (4) |
