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She sits him down in a stiff chair |
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Rubs his back and strokes his hair |
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Telling him it's okay to cry |
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But he just sits and stares |
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The merciless moon outside |
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Has nothing now he's come to realise |
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Only the desolation he feels |
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The cold distance inside |
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But you and I now |
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We can be alright |
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Just hold on to what we know is true |
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You and I now |
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Though it's cold inside |
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Feel the tide turning |
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While the priest just sits and weeps |
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Lamenting the fact that he can see |
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Darkness and light in so much detail |
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He has given himself over |
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Refusing what he knows to be real |
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He turns away from every meal |
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Starving himself of goodness |
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He doesn't think he can heal |
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But you and I now |
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We can be alright |
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Just hold on to what we know is true |
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You and I now |
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Though it's cold inside |
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Feel the tide turning |
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"What if I lost all I had?" |
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Said the stranger to his dad |
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And the witness was confused |
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He can't tell what is bad |
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Instead he runs up to the nearest girl |
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And he comments on her glorious curls |
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Says, "Darling come with me |
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I'll show you a whole new world" |
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But you and I now |
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We can be alright |
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Just hold on to what we know is true |
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You and I now |
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Though it's cold inside |
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Feel the tide turning |
