| Hang on if you’re not done
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| A sycamore tree
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| A sycamore tree
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| Call and the scarecrow comes
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| A sycamore tree
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| As sick as can be
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| After the sun has gone
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| A sycamore tree
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| As sick as can be
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| Third day’s the unsettling one
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| A sycamore tree
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| A trick and a treat
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| Turn the screw
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| I needed you to heal
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| The heathen morning
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| Hazel blonde
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| Climbed to the top of the ever growing tower
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| There she told me
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| The secret of the
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| Nameless lives
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| She had written
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| The stone dance through
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| The gates of time
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| Where the leaves will
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| Chime for the missing
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| «Have you news of my boy Jack?»
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| «Not this tide.»
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| «When d’you think that he’ll come back?»
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| «Not this tide.»
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| «Has any one else had word of him?»
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| «Not this tide.»
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| «When d’you think that he’ll come back?»
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| «Not this tide.»
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| Lay down here, now
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| Rest your head
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| The day has passed now
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| Sleep beneath our memories
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| «Has any one else had word of him?»
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| «Not this tide.»
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| Herald blue bird
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| People know now
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| There’s no Altai Mountain
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| No eternal chord
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| Lost a diamond
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| No El Dorado
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| There is no reward
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| No one saw him
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| Now after what remained of love is gone
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| Frozen 'round the buried arms in snow
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| The day came, so severe
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| Ride the comet out of here
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| Line them up now, deck the halls
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| Now they’ve got you against the wall
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| Another inmate of this town
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| Alligator looks around
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| The sky, though, is set to cold
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| And the peace is like a curse
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| Line them up now, deck the halls
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| Now they’ve got you against the wall
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| Another inmate of this town
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| Alligator looks around
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| The sky, though, is set to cold
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| And the peace is like a curse |