| Shamed lovers as we recover,
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| Too late for a place in your heart.
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| Old winters hold the sins in you, opens the door from the start
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| 'Cause we’re brothers with one another,
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| Never be alone or apart,
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| Old winters hold the sins in you, opens a door from the start
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| I’m not leaving, no no, I’m not leaving.
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| Waiting for the dawn to rise and then at least we all can depart,
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| Strange feeling, we’re past believing, a look we’ve got down to an art.
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| As hopes shatter, it won’t matter, and new ones in every design,
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| Losing our balance, we’re feeling the silence, your doubts always mirroring mine
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| And as the pain falls out of your heart
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| It feels like the greatest thing that you’ve got,
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| And maybe it’s halfway back to home,
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| But is it a remedy too slow to get you?
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| To get you home?
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| To get you — to get you home?
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| Shamed lovers as we recover,
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| Too late for a place in your heart.
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| Old winters hold the sins in you, opens the door from the start
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| 'Cause we’re brothers with one another,
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| Never be alone or apart,
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| Old winters hold the sins in you, opens a door from the start
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| And as the pain falls out of your heart
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| It feels like the greatest thing that you’ve got,
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| And maybe it’s halfway back to home,
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| But is it a remedy too slow to get you?
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| To get you home?
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| To get you — to get you home?
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| To get you home.
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| To get you home.
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| To get you home.
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| To get you
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| To get you home. |