| Got a heart full of sky
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| And a pocket full of stones
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| The shadows laugh as we labour with hope
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| They haunt the pictures that we have painted with love
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| The candle dies and our dreams become ghosts
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home
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| A heavy heart was full of sky
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| That night it littered with sparks
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| Another life playing out in the dark
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| With tomorrow comes a mountain to climb
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| «Just let it go,» said another lonely magpie, and I said…
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Close my eyes, click my heels and I’m back home
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| But it’s cold, so cold
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| Say goodbye, fight the tears back from my eyes
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| But it’s hard letting go
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming home
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| Half a world is coming
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| Half a world is coming home |