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As winter fall down on London town, |
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I feel the walls closing in, |
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The silver sky is turning us, to stone, |
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We hide beneath the ground, |
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Feeling so broken and, |
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Cannot tell the day and night, |
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Apart. |
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Well I think, |
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But I'm not sure, |
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I don't know how, |
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It is, we came to be here, |
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Doesn't it seem strange, |
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I mean, could it be it's not really happening now. |
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And the animal, |
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Is always in your heart, |
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And the animal, |
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Will forever be waiting where you are. |
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Breathe in the air for me, |
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You tell me what it feels like, |
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To be, free, |
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But your innocent experience, |
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Can lead you astray sometimes, |
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And passion isn't always the key, |
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So you dig in and I hold out, |
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And don't let go for nothing, |
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Didn't you see me fall, |
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Or is this not really happening at all? |
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Angel, |
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And the animal, |
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Will always be in your heart, |
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Angel, |
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And the animal, |
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Forever will be where you are, |
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One day, |
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You remember this, |
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When all has come to pause, |
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One day, |
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You remember you are, |
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Not the one you think you are, |
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As winter left from London town, |
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I feel my heart opening, |
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So I, turn around and breathe you in, |
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Again. |
