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How could I be the last to know |
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When they told me where the fool had gone |
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Oh I was but the youngest one |
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Up there on the hills they're climbing on. |
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You went up with an open heart |
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When they found you it was all but cold. |
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Those hounds, they sing so low |
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Up there on the hills, they're climbing on. |
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You saw the light of gold and rushed |
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You said you couldn't fight it off. |
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This is the story of the one you lost, |
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And I want it to run over your love. |
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You found it in the deepest thorns |
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Flooded up from the darkest wells |
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Ring your heartstrings with the bells |
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Up there on the hills they're climbing on. |
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And if I hadn't drowned up there |
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Then the night before the storm took hold |
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I know I would find them gold |
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Up there on the hills they find me on. |
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Another sight of gold, you rushed. |
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"Oh I could never fight them off." |
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Another story of the one you lost |
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And I want it to run over your love. |
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In the darkest of days, in my daydreams there - |
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In your eyes they find you ringing out. |
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Where, in the eye of that tempest, you're nearer to me - |
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In your eyes, the see you singing out. |
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Twenty-one years, you've been here, every morning - |
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In your eyes, the find you fading. |
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Twenty-one roses you hold, but they're fading now - |
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In your eyes, I'm still there waiting. |
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How could I be the last to know |
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When they told me where the fool had gone? |
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Oh I was but the youngest one |
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Up there on the hills they'll find me on. |
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Another sight of gold, you rushed. |
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"Oh I could never fight them off." |
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Another story of the one you lost |
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And I want it to run over |
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I wanted to take over |
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I want it to run over your love. |
