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I know I must be leaving. |
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It's a cold and it's a freezing afternoon. |
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I know I must be leaving |
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From this schoolhouse that you might see one day soon. |
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But almost every night |
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I keep having this recurring dream |
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That I can divide ten by three |
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But it's just a dream |
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And it works for me |
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And it works for me |
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I know I must be leaving |
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As the sound of silence echoes round the room. |
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I know I must be leaving |
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In the hope that one day we'll pull through. |
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But almost every night |
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I keep having this recurring dream |
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That I can divide ten by three |
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But it's just a dream |
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And it works for me |
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And it works for me |
