| I stare into nothing, I yearn for the innocence I once think I had
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| A lack of sense for a fear that grows as I grow older
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| I’ve carried these thoughts and I’ve drowned them in work
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| And I’ve worn myself blue on the way down
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| Oh, mother, would you cry if you hear this song?
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| I woke up with dreams I’ve not dreamt for a month
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| I was ill and I couldn’t sleep long
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| I dreamt I’d gone back home to collect my old winter coat
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| It’s that time of year and not odd growing up in a place that always was cold
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| Oh, mother, I woke up so sad having stayed where I swam in your kindness and
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| warmth
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| So quiet and strong
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| Quiet and strong
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| Mother, would you cry if I tell you the things I have done?
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| Hurried my death and done my beauty so wrong
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| (I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work)
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| I stare into nothing and slow down my thoughts
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| As I turn off the light and get on with my work
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| On with my work
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| On with my work |