| Sure a lot smaller everyday
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| Wonder why we feel this way
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| You don’t know that I’ve got nothing left to say
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| I’ve been blown across the water
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| Like a ship ain’t got no sail
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| That ain’t no way to feel
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| I feel that longing loud and clear
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| Dead end streets and I lay here
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| When you’re flying you’ve got nothing left to fear
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| 'Less you’re gonna cross the water
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| Like a ship ain’t got no sail
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| That ain’t no way to feel
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| Winter wind keeps blowing through the trees
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| But life keeps breathing gaily as you please
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| Hey now, silver birches lying by the road
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| Branches lined against the winter snow
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| We left the shelter yesterday
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| After we had played some way
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| You can find that I’ve got nothing left to say
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| 'Less you’re gonna cross the water
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| Like a ship ain’t got no sail
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| That ain’t no way to feel
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| I’ve been blown cross the water
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| Like a ship ain’t got no sail
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| That ain’t no way to feel |