| In waves of people you can lose your feet
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| You’ve got to stay hard, to the ground
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| It gets so easy now to lose your way
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| When you’re ever outward bound
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| A church bell ringing in the fading light
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| Stops you dead like a cold steel wall
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| The ghost of yesteryears is toughing you
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| And as sure as God you’ll fall
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| And I see me and I see you
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| I see it all just like it used to be
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| And all the reasons why it started out
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| Hit you hard with every bell
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| The choir practice in the empty hall
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| Is a sound that you know so well
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| Like something lost inside your overcoat
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| You find it later, by mistake
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| You lost it all a thousand years ago
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| And you pray it’s not too late
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| And I see me and I see you
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| I see it all just like it used to be
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| And I see me and I see you
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| I see it all just like a diary
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| Now I remember everything
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| Yea I remember how it used to be
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| With every note that choirboy sings
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| And I see me and I see you
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| I see it all just like it used to be |