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Feather white in morning light you |
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Cut a shape into the ice you |
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Walked out so far I could not reach you |
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I remember losing sight of you |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
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We got on well, did not argue |
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No alarm bells, no escape chute |
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But that morning you walked out so far |
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Through the ice fell into freezing water |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
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Policeman 1: 'We've got a young woman trapped under the ice in the lake, looks like she's been down there a couple of days.' |
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Policeman 2: 'Should I bring the axe?' |
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Policeman 1: 'That's a negative, but bring a palette and easel, in twenty-five years I've never seen anything so beautiful.' |
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Days are long now, I hear you call me |
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Your fading heartbeats |
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Feather white in, you walked out so far |
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Through the ice fell, into freezing water |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
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You, will all be sleeping with the fishes soon |
