| Such a dark cold way and it enters through your breathing everyday
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| What a dark old way to stay the same
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| As it enters through your breathing, close your eyes and feel them turn it grey
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| Oh, heart of gold, spring time life and laughter borne, now you wander there
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| alone
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| Down that way where life is a bad place, life is a sad place, always
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| Such a dark cold way and it enters through your breathing everyday
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| What a dark old way to stay the same
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| As it enters through your breathing, close your eyes and feel them turn it grey
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| Oh, heart of stone, nights were there for you alone, now the greymen linger long
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| And nights are cold and hard and days are slipping away paced, moving on always
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| Such a dark cold way and it enters through your breathing everyday
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| What a dark old way to stay the same
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| And it enters through your breathing everyday
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| Such a dark old way, it stays the same
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| As it enters through your breathing, close your eyes and feel them turn it grey. |