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Take me back to you. |
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This strange world |
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I've been seeing |
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The way you hold me like a creature |
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Brings me back the thirst for freedom |
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Hollow freedom |
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Nights are growing cold, |
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Loneliness just makes them colder |
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All there was is growing older |
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Creeping back through time, tries to remember |
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I try to remember. |
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You may fall into the sea, |
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And you may think while you are sinking, |
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You may feel as tall as trees, |
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But someday time will bring you winter. |
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Grieving by a grove, |
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In the churchyard, beneath the sundial, |
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Amongst the graves with their moss covered names |
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Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise |
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Just be kind. |
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You may fall into the sea |
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And you may think while you are sinking |
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You may feel as tall as trees |
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But someday time will bring you winter. |
