| I saw a face, grey as the cold December
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| A face I know, not the one that I remember
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| I wanted to hide but I can’t run out on you forever
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| (Milky eyes like opal stones
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| Staring through a stained glass window
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| It’s never too late to change your mind
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| Looking through a stained glass window)
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| It’s never too late
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| I know a man, couldn’t change the peace that stands between us
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| But these open hands are empty bowls to fill
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| (Come for the one who pays the most
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| You don’t get thanks for loyalty)
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| And all your friends, they’ve gone and sold you down the river
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| They’ve got your phone book now
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| (Once your life was a fiery feast
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| Now it’s just a burning ember)
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| It’s never too late
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| We’ll get it back together
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| It’s never too late
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| Release me from this sorrow
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| Will you never learn, love knows no bounds
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| Beggar or a king, it will bring you down
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| Fool may I be, can’t give up the ghost that haunts me
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| I saw a face, grey as a cold December
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| It’s never too late |