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Sometimes the north-east wind blows |
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And whispers cold my name |
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While he howls around the house |
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Fuel to the flame |
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So I close all windows tight |
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And I put plugs in my ear |
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A pillow over my head |
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For I won't hear |
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I won't turn around and I won't look back |
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I won't cry and curse and all that shit |
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I don't wanna turn in a pillar of salt |
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Me love like Lot once did |
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I went through my flat and packed all your things |
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In a cardboard box to set me free |
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But we can't do this with memories |
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Me love, me love, can't we |
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I wrote you many lines from all over the place |
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They drowned in a river, burned in my fireplace |
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Hey-Hey-Hey... to find a way |
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Hey-Hey-Hey... to find my way |
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To find my way |
