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She feels she needs to leave |
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When the fields are all covered in frost |
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And the dreams begin to breathe |
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Opening the partly open locks |
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While the others start to disagree |
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On returning to rough and moving grounds |
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And if I should come to be relieved |
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Would it be without you? |
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She feels she needs to leave |
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To avoid a messy aftermath |
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Alone between lines of anguished needs |
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Rearranged to allow a newborn path |
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While the others start to disagree |
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On returning to rough and moving grounds |
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And if I should come to be relieved |
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Would it be without you? |