| verse 1
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| sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass
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| like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last
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| caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing
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| then they tore it apart, before that small bird coud sing
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| confused by the wind, bruised by the size of the rain
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| she turned in to him, begged for the light to remain
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| but plans have been made, all the furniture sold
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| so store up your hate, use it for warmth when you’re cold
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| chorus
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| for i have seen no joy, only danger,
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| I see no joy, only strangers,
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| I see no joy, see no joy in this world
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| should you, choose to go, please be careful of,
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| lonesome roads, men who travel them,
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| will not know, will not know of your ways
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| chorus 2
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| still i have, seen no joy, only dangers, I see no joy, only strangers, I see no joy, see no joy in this world,
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| you should choose to go, please remember what
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| you have learned, from the little bird,
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| always dear, always dear to my heart |