| Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
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| Away from an eye that sees there’s nothing left to trust
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| Finding that their minds are grey
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| And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.
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| Sitting on top of a white cloud
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| Looking round for someone there to trust
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| Changing your mind as you go through time
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| You grasp at straws,
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| There are written laws that say you must
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| With tired eyes you follow the man
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| That has in his hand a banner that says 'dust to dust'
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| Finding that his mind’s gone wrong
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| And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.
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| Sitting on top of that white cloud
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| Looking round for someone there to trust
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| You’re changing your mind as you go Through a time
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| You grasp at straws
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| But there are written laws that say you must.
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| Going away in the morning
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| You’re seen walking.
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| We’re going away, away
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| Going away.
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| As the sun was rising
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| You’re seen walking.
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| She’s going away, away
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| Going away.
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| Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
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| Away from an eye that sees there’s nothing left to trust
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| Finding that their minds are grey
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| And there’s no sorrow in the world that’s left to trust.
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| Sitting on top of that white cloud
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| Looking for someone there to trust
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| Changing your mind as you go through time
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| You grasp at straws
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| But there are written laws that say you must. |