| The street bears no relief
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| When everybody’s fighting
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| The street bears no relief
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| With light so hot and binding
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| I run the stairs away
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| And walk into the nighttime
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| The sadness flows like water
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| And washes down the heartache
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| And washes down the heartache
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| My heart is full
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| My heart is wide
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| The saddest song to play
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| On the strings of my heart
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| The heat is on its own
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| The roof seems so inviting
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| A vantage point is gained
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| To watch the children fighting
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| So lead me to the harbour
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| And float me on the waves
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| Sink me in the ocean
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| To sleep in a sailor’s grave
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| To sleep in a sailor’s grave
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| My heart is full
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| My heart is wide
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| The saddest song to play
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| On the strings of my heart
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| My heart is full
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| My heart is wide, so wide
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| The saddest song to play
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| On the strings of my heart |