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I'm peering through the wiper blades, the headlights blurred in driving rain |
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On the inky dusk of midnight blue, the black ships blow across the sky |
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The south-coast towns awash with ghosts and sailors tales and icy spray |
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And men gone off to foreign wars to stand beneath the tattered flags |
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Cast a wish and wish for far away |
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The statue stands in weathered stone gazing into the winter storms |
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Waiting for the unreturned |
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And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here |
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The back roads run with gushing streams, fallen branches, blown leaves |
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I stood there in the graveyard lost beneath the dripping trees |
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The past it is a barren place of men condemned by their own hand |
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And all those faded possibilities |
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The shipwrecks lie in silence as the fish swim through sunken rooms |
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At the bottom of the sea, at the bottom of the sea |
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And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here |
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Out beyond the neon mist and on into the deluge |
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Oblivion and darkness rushing in |
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For everything I've ever touched turned out to be so fragile |
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Crushed like shells beneath the shingle and the shifting sands |
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All of the strength that I have is bound in with the raging storms |
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Blowing out to sea |
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And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here |