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In waves of people you can lose your feet |
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You've got to stay hard, to the ground |
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It gets so easy now to lose your way |
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When you're ever outward bound |
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A church bell ringing in the fading light |
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Stops you dead like a cold steel wall |
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The ghost of yesteryears is toughing you |
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And as sure as |
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God you'll fall |
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And I see me and |
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I see you |
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I see it all just like it used to be |
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And all the reasons why it started out |
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Hit you hard with every bell |
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The choir practice in the empty hall |
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Is a sound that you know so well |
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Like something lost inside your overcoat |
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You find it later, by mistake |
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You lost it all a thousand years ago |
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And you pray it's not too late |
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And I see me and |
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I see you |
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I see it all just like it used to be |
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And I see me and |
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I see you |
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I see it all just like a diary |
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Now I remember everything |
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Yea I remember how it used to be |
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With every note that choirboy sings |
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And I see me and |
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I see you |
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I see it all just like it used to be |
