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This is for footsteps approaching the night |
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They keep themselves moving and do what is right |
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Now watch what you gather and hold in your hand |
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Numbers are many who misunderstand |
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Drink your wine away instead |
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I won't remember all that's said |
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Say farewell and close the door |
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You'll find me never more |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in you |
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Must be a crying shame |
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Tell you a story of that which comes last |
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All of the sorrow that lives in the past |
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Now if you're tired of all that's been told |
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Don't be surprised that i've grown so old |
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Drink your wine away instead |
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I won't remember all that's said |
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Say farewell and close the door |
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You'll find me never more |
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And i believe in |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in you |
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Must be a crying shame |
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Breathing in shadows or dead on the vine |
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I'm there in the morning to take you sometimes |
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To watch what you gather and hold in your hand |
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The numbers are many who misunderstand |
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Drink your wine away instead |
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I won't remember all that's said |
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Say farewell and close the door |
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You'll find me never more |
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And i believe in |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in |
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That i believe in you |
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Must be a crying shame |
