| Lead not for loss
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| And you’ll bleed not for long
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| Lost in streets, unnamed by your fate
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| Go unplayed, all the records, you’ve reclaimed
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| But it’s easy, in the winter
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| Where the white smoke
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| Rises slow like finding, something waiting
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| Where no one goes
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| It makes a sound like dying
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| Was it trying to say
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| «I'd give you all and diamonds, just for one more replay»
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| Just one chance to say
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| Keep me close, I’ll never weep
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| My love’s asleep
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| I’ve kept it close and guarded tight
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| From dead of night
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| And laid a cross of iron dross upon my door
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| The way you laid across our bed some time before
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| In the winter
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| There’s a black rose
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| Its beauty, something blinding
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| Curling wilding
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| Through the white snow
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| It makes me feel like diamonds
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| Was it dying to say
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| «I'll give you all but silence, just for one more replay»
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| Just one chance to say
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| «As my lover goes my garden grows»
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| As she looks away I hear her say
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| «As my garden grows, my lover goes»
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| «As we look away, I hear him say»
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| «Stay.» |