| When past sometimes takes you with soft hands
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| Forceless it pulls you to your chair
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| Hides you away from these half days
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| Sunless, at the end of the year
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| The air is like a knife cutting through you
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| A room in the house is always warm
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| Stretched down on the bathroom floor thinking
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| Of fair days your future may hold
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| Love comes like surprise ice on the water
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| Love comes like surprise ice at dawn
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| Love comes at dawn
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| Deprived all the light of colours
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| The world ends at your window tree
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| Darkness creates these illusions
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| That pale days can teach you to see
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| Rain falls but no life is given
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| Weeks pass, no progress is made
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| Past sometimes takes you with soft hands
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| And all that surrounds you will fade |