| Sands dripping down from our feet
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| Right beneath the pier’s edge where we were first to meet
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| And I caught you once but you let me down twice
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| I don’t know how
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| And there’s a place we would all go to sing
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| We’d gather round the old town church to hear those bells ring
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| I’ll never forget those days
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| When I was worthy of your love
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| I promise I won’t make a sound
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| Cos I figure you no longer want me around
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| And I know that the days will pass and soon we’ll be rid of these things
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| So let soft words be spoken and join in these winter hymns
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| Crows flying out with old wings
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| Bated breath with lungs that barely have the strength to sing
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| And I fought you once but you let me win twice
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| I don’t know why
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| And there’s a chapter that I keep on trying to read
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| But the pages stick and crumble where your fingers used to be
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| I’ll never forget your hands
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| Cos they were always pushing me
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| I promise I won’t make a sound
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| Cos I figure you no longer want me around
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| And I know that the days will pass and soon we’ll be rid of these things
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| So let brave words be spoken and join in these winter hymns
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| Just let us grow
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| Your patience was lost in the sea
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| Just don’t go
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| And all this darkness will come
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| My heart is in stormy weather
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| And the pain is all I have for now
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| And I’m homebound
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| I promise I won’t make a sound
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| Cos I figure you no longer want me around
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| And I know that the days will pass and soon we’ll be rid of these things
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| So let brave words be spoken and join in these winter hymns |