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The street bears no relief |
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When everybody's fighting |
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With light so hot and binding |
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I run the stairs away |
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And walk into the nighttime |
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The sadness flows like water |
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And washes down the heartache |
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And washes down the heartache |
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My heart is full |
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My heart is wide |
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The saddest song to play |
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On the strings of my heart |
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The heat is on its own |
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The roof seems so inviting |
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A vantage point is gained |
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To watch the children fighting |
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So lead me to the harbour |
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And float me on the waves |
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Sink me in the ocean |
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To sleep in a sailor's grave |
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To sleep in a sailor's grave |
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My heart is full |
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My heart is wide |
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The saddest song to play |
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On the strings of my heart |
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My heart is full |
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My heart is wide, so wide |
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The saddest song to play |
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On the strings of my heart |
