| There’s a cold voice on the air
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| You’ve been looking everywhere
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| Someone to understand your hopes and fears
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| Well, I’ve thought about that for many long years
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| So I walk through Mansers Shaw
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| I don’t see you anymore
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| We love to think about the way things were
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| But the time has come and I’m glad it’s over
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| I don’t know why I waste my time
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| Getting hung up about the things you say
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| When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day
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| You know sometimes I feel like I’m
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| Getting snowed under with the things you say
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| When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day
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| Now you think that you’re alone
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| So you make your way back home
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| I’d love to greet the weary traveller
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| But your time has gone and I’m glad it’s over
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| I don’t know why I waste my time
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| Getting hung up about the things you say
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| When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day
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| You know sometimes I feel like I’m
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| Getting snowed under with the things you say
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| But I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day
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| I don’t know why I waste my time
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| Getting hung up about the things you say
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| When I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day
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| You know sometimes I feel like I’m
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| Getting snowed under with the things you say
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| But I open my eyes and it’s a lovely day |