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Salt trucks in the night |
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I sleep until it gets dark again outside |
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With the windows open |
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Voices carry across the lawn |
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Away into the night |
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Nethertown bright |
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I speak on the phone |
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Downstairs by the common room |
| [01:13.39] |
The snow billows and whirls from the boughs of the old |
| [01:21.48] |
Wych elm through my window and settles on the floor |
| [01:27.10] |
I stare till the night falls dark as the marshes |
| [01:32.77] |
By lockbank farm |
| [01:36.52] |
The ice and frost drift in the room |
| [01:43.13] |
My dreams scurry round the walls |
| [01:49.17] |
I float over northumberland |
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Tors and coasts alit |
| [02:04.59] |
Baby if you'd try |
| [02:10.02] |
To change around your mind |
| [02:15.33] |
And slide on a casket down a hill of ice |
| [02:39.26] |
In the fading light |
| [02:46.24] |
The boughs gleam bare and white |
| [02:53.01] |
I stare till the night falls dark as the marshes |
| [02:58.22] |
By lockbank farm |
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