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It's a chilly English winter |
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And solitude is never easy to maintain |
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Except when it rains |
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So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes |
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And go out for a walk |
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The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones |
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While a little dog barks its head off |
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In the distance |
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Oh, what a perfect day |
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To think about myself |
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My feet are firmly screwed to the floor |
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What is there to fear from such a regular world? |
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Oh, what a perfect day |
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To think about myself |
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My feet are firmly screwed to the floor |
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What is there to fear from such a regular world? |
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Passing by a cemetery |
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I think of all the little hopes and dreams |
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That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil |
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I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh |
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He tells himself he was a good man and did good things |
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Amused and confused by life's little ironies |
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He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation |
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People turn around with unseeing eyes |
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They're looking for something that doesn't exist |
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The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust |
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No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust |
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The future is now, but it's all going wrong |
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Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong |
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People say their prayers and some work hard |
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If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts |
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This town ain't going like a ghost town |
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It's going like hell.... |
