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Mine was that of a quiet love deep and true. |
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I'm at home in the |
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North, when |
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I'm alone in the |
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Northern Cold |
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And I belong in the |
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North, when |
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I'm at home in the |
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Northern Cold |
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If you seek understanding, |
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I will try to explain to you |
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The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude |
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Seldom seen, seldom spoken |
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My heart was my compass, and it was broken |
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Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true. |
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I'm at home in the |
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North, when |
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I'm alone in the |
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Northern Cold |
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And I belong in the |
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North, when |
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I'm at home in the |
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Northern Cold |
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If you seek understanding, |
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I will show you what we have known |
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The long ride on the road to nowhere |
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The cold walks in the woods alone |
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In my ocean, the water was frozen |
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And I could see my reflection, within the ice |
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Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true. |
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I'm at home in the |
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North, when |
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I'm alone in the |
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Northern Cold |
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And I belong in the |
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North, when |
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I'm at home in the |
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Northern Cold |
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Years later |
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I am still obsessed (with the North) |
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Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold) |
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Years later |
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I still drown in passion for my sorrows |
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Years later |
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I'm alone, and |
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I'm at home in the |
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Northern Cold |
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My blues are so dark they are black. |
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The roots are buried, so deep in the past. |
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See my roots, for they are true. |
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Feel my blues, for they are real. |
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The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow, |
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Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth. |
