| Sometimes the north-east wind blows
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| And whispers cold my name
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| While he howls around the house
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| Fuel to the flame
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| So I close all windows tight
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| And I put plugs in my ear
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| A pillow over my head
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| For I won’t hear
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| I won’t turn around and I won’t look back
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| I won’t cry and curse and all that shit
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| I don’t wanna turn in a pillar of salt
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| Me love like Lot once did
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| I went through my flat and packed all your things
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| In a cardboard box to set me free
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| But we can’t do this with memories
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| Me love, me love, can’t we
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| I wrote you many lines from all over the place
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| They drowned in a river, burned in my fireplace
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| Hey-Hey-Hey… to find a way
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| Hey-Hey-Hey… to find my way
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| To find my way |