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Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour |
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Where'd you go my darling one |
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Lying on that field of honour |
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Not sure what you're waiting on |
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And she won't let him through the door |
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Her mind is ticking through those tumbling years |
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The one's he promised he'd be there for |
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She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die" |
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I've never heard such nonsense |
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I've never heard such lies |
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What to do with our sputtering engine |
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What to do with our fading star |
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Leaving us to wander freely |
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Trying to find out where we are |
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And I can't bear to see him go |
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There is just too much left on the table |
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There has been too much left alone |
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She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die" |
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I've never heard such nonsense |
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I've never heard such lies |
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Listen to my wide eyed bundle |
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Listen to them assail the night |
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Lost again in their caves of wonder |
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Leaving us alone outside |
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And I can barely stand the simple pleasure |
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Each breath carrying just a little more weight |
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As I bend to adjust the comforter |
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I think, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die" |
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I've never heard such nonsense |
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I've never heard such lies |