| Blue mist rolled through cans and weeds
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| The street lamps lit empty rail yards
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| In the shadows a man hid
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| His eyes as cold as the grave
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| His mind was filled with memories
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| Of friends long gone by
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| The vans roared around him
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| In the spotlight he cried
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| No one ever says goodbye these days
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| We’re all too busy running scared
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| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
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| We’re falling like leaves from the tree
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| Scattered all over from Newport to Leeds
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| People hiding people like bees
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| Talking of unity, crippled by fate
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| Divided and lonely, too weak and too late
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| Across Treaty Square the lights burn late
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| They’re working overtime in the cells tonight
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| Away down the streets as empty as a vote
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| South of the river, down in the pond
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| No one ever says goodbye these days
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| We’re all too busy running scared
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| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
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| We’re falling like leaves from the tree
|
| No one ever says goodbye these days
|
| We’re all too busy running scared
|
| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
|
| We’re falling like leaves from the tree
|
| Blue mist rolled through cans and weeds
|
| The street lamps lit empty rail yards
|
| In the shadows a man hid
|
| His eyes as cold as the grave
|
| No one ever says goodbye these days
|
| We’re all too busy running scared
|
| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
|
| We’re falling like leaves from the tree
|
| No one ever says goodbye these days
|
| We’re all too busy running scared
|
| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
|
| We’re falling like leaves from the tree
|
| No one ever says goodbye these days
|
| We’re all too busy running scared
|
| With eyes of broken ice I watched you go
|
| We’re falling like leaves from the tree |