| Well, I’m sure you’re near and I can almost smell you
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| But the winds are up at the walls again
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| And I can hear you coming, heaven helped you coming
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| I believe in heaven, it’s a wait away
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| Did you learn just how I loved you?
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| Did you see how far I’d been?
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| Would you meet me in an hour?
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| I could tell you what I’ve seen, what I’ve seen
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| Cold bread, cold bread we had
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| Put your whine in water, pull your chips back in
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| So you crawl like a crab across Blackfriars Bridge
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| I’m a bowling green, I’m a delivery boy
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| Have a heart which skips a beat
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| Oh, come on, roll along for free
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| In the middle of the morning
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| Swap your drinking nights with me, with me
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| Cold bread, cold bread we had
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| Cold bread, cold bread we had
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| I can live with dying, I can chew my bit
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| And play panic to my senses and hijack my head
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| It’s the rhythm of moving and a rolling and a rattle
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| It’s a giving instead, it’s a well sprung bed
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| We can roll around forever
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| We can pray for all we’ve been
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| We can knock it hell for leather
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| We can call it all a dream, all a dream
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| Cold bread, cold bread we had
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| Cold bread, cold bread we had |