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Siobhan Donaghy - Halcyon Days |
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So wake up hope, |
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It's dark and lonesome, |
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I can hardly, hardly get open my eyes, |
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It ain't lonely, I'm holy, |
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So he comes home, she's hating him some, |
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He can hardly, hardly stand up in his home, |
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Oh the aching, now now |
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In a stream of purest thought, |
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Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
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It's tender to behold, |
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As the past melts away, |
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I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
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Halcyon days of pages old |
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Them kneecap words, they're crushing him down, |
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It gets harder and harder to get over them now, |
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He can fight, it ain't over, |
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So was he wrong and hoping it right, |
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He can hardly, hardly blame him so |
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Oh the hurting, now now |
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In a stream of purest thought, |
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Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
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It's tender to behold, |
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As the past melts away, |
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I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
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Halcyon days of pages old |
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In a stream of purest thought, |
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Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
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It's tender to behold, |
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As the past melts away, |
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I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
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Halcyon days of pages old |
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It's tender to behold, ooh.. |
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Tender (to be...) to behold |
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In a stream of purest thought, |
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Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
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It's tender to behold, |
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As the past melts away, |
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I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
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Halcyon days of pages old |
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In a stream of purest thought, |
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Nothing's lost that can be caught, |
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It's tender to behold, |
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As the past melts away, |
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I'll shore up holes as they give way, |
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Halcyon days of pages old |
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I wish I could... |
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Oooh... |
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It's tender to behold, |
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It's tender to behold |
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