| I saw her there from afar
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| Her hair grey charcoal
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| Takes a drag from her tar
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| I kissed her a smile
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| But her blood red shot eye
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| Said the son never shines on closed doors
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| It’s been eight long years since I saw
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| The woman who’s labored
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| Since the day I was born
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| These wrinkles now face
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| To that cold dark damp place
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| Where the son never shines on closed doors
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| She said the son never shines on closed doors
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| I open to find only hurricanes blow
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| Take me away back to the green fields of May
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| Because the son never shines on closed doors
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| Death comes like a theif in the night
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| To steal while you sleep
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| The soul’s flickering licght
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| Well maybe it’s then
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| She said, I’ll see you again
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| Because the son never shines on closed doors
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| She said the son never shines on closed doors
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| I open to find only hurricanes blow
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| Take me away back to the green fields of May
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| Because the son never shines on closed doors
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| And we all go the same way home
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| Yeah we all go the same way home |