| Wearing a warm wool shawl wrapped around her shoulders
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| Two eyes like lights, milky marble whites looking up at me
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| Looking for a way, moon’s in an endless day
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| All I knew was with her then, no couldn’t see the time
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| As we drank down the wine to the last sweet Scarlet
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| How was I to wonder why or even question this
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| Underneath her kiss, I was so unguarded
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| Every bottle’s empty now and all those dreams are gone
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| Ah, but the song carries on, so holy
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| She was so much younger then, wild like the wind
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| A gypsy with a grin from and old far away country
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| But deep beneath her curls
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| Beneath this misty pearl, there was more to see
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| She could move mountains in the dark as silent as a knife
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| She cut loose a life that she never, no never really wanted
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| All those days are frozen now and all those scars are gone
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| Ah, but the song carries on, so holy
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| Come let us drink again, before the second show
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| I want you so to know, that there’s no bridge between us
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| All those gates have opened now
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| And through the light has shone
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| Ah, but the song carries on, so holy |