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Now, I see winter's dawn |
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The wind turns traitor cold |
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Seems long since summer time |
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And the stories that were told |
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We spoke of dreams that came to us |
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When we were young |
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But as the morning rose |
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We spoke with forked tongues |
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My love is a fleeting one |
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My man could be anyone |
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And our love is a setting sun |
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As we took those evening walks |
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Down through the graveyard |
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Those names engraved always |
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Put a new shade to my thoughts |
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But he and I, we both knew |
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The bread that we break |
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Would never take their place |
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What's cold, you mustn't await |
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My life is a fleeting one |
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My work is just a web I've spun |
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Oh, my life is a setting sun |
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I don't know where I'm going |
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But no one is coming with me |
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I won't give up chasing love, son |
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Here I go, look at me run |
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Here I go |
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Look at me run |
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Here I go |
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Look at me run |
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My love is a fleeting one |
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My man could be anyone |
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And our love is a setting sun |
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My life is a fleeting one |
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My work is just a web I've spun |
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Oh, my life is a setting sun |
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Baffled by the lies we blamed |
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We met the end too soon |
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I was honest when I told you |
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We're as cryptic as the moon |
