| By the shattered coils of another’s arms
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| And swept inside like the rains that weep
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| That fell away when your girlish charms
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| Cried out to take on motherhood
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| She waits by the windowsill
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| All wrapped in white and puzzling
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| What happened to the child inside
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| Who ran the streets in the days at night
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| She says nothing seems the same
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| And I can’t change a thing
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| Her body’s like a wave
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| Breaking to the sea
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| She says everything seems strange
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| Locked behind the years
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| But life is ours to find
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| In the days at night
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| There passes a stranger every eve
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| Who walks himself on a silver leash
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| And in his head the world’s asleep
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| Awakens in his hands believed
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| When he was young
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| He had a dream
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| To be a star on the movie screen
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| But now it all seems a silly lie
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| As he walks alone in the days on fire
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| He says nothing seems the same
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| And I can’t feel a thing
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| My body’s like a wave
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| Caving in on me
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| He says everything seems strange
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| Holding back the tears
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| And he smiles just like a child
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| In the days at night
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| Mother, of song
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| You’ll find the right way to cherish, in dreams,
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| All of the snow frozen
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| Father, in time
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| You’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold
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| All of the snow frozen
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| Mother, of song
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| You’ll find the right way to cherish, in dreams,
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| All of the snow frozen
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| Father, in time
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| You’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold
|
| All of the snow frozen
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| Mother, of song
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| You’ll find the right way to cherish, in dreams,
|
| All of the snow frozen
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| Father, in time
|
| You’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold
|
| All of the snow frozen
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| Mother, of song
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| You’ll find the right way to cherish, in dreams,
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| All of the snow frozen
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| Father, in time
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| You’ll find a world that’s so perfect and cold
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| All of the snow frozen |