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sometimes it seems like winter's end |
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the weeks they just go on like a friend of mine |
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and the sadness it has left a trace |
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i think that you can see that on my face again |
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and it always makes things better |
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now my days seem so much quieter |
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but i know |
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yeh i know |
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it'll never be the same again |
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sometimes i feel my hands are tied |
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i need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine |
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and they'll wear a coat of wind and rain |
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to drive away the fears that i can't face again |
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and they'll always make things better |
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now my days seem so much quieter |
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but i know |
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yeh i know |
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it'll never be the same again |
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i know |
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yeh i know |
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it'll never be the same again |
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sometimes it seems like winter's end |
|
the weeks they just go on like a friend of mine |
|
and the sadness it has left a trace |
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i think that you can see that on my face again |
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yeh you can |
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and it always makes things better |
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now my days seem so much quieter |
|
but i know |
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yeh i know |
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it'll never be the same again |
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i know |
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yeh i know |
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it'll never be the same again |
