| She went out and found
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| Her father face down on the ground
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| Out in the cold
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| Walked her way around
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| A hill with the sun sinking down
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| Into the snow
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| All the whitecaps of the waves slap
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| Like last hand claps
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| And the dark water dies in a crash
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| Is sucked back with a moan
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| Smoke on the coast
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| And oh, piled fathers
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| Soft, sighing daughters
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| Where does it go?
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| It’s a dream, now
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| I’ll describe
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| Let your mind drift on down, like so
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| To when the world was young
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| A big sky, blue of a dead bachelor’s tongue
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| A new bloom on the rose
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| So some line someone told says
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| Even light can get old
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| Oh, slobbering lovers
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| Drink-clinking brothers
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| They don’t have to tell us, 'cause we know
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| What a way down
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| What a ride, what a slide spin-around
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| What a life to have known
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| What a time
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| And how I was singing out in a crowd
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| Of the thousand most frightening faces I’ve known
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| And when the lighthouse
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| Lending us sight finally went out
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| What a fright we felt
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| In that night
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| Friends just shout it out
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| All the whys and don’t knows
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| All the cries in our throats
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| And how right we felt
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| With our eyes tightly closed
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| Holding something we broke
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| And then whimpering sisters
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| Sobbing well-wishers
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| Well, it’s over
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| Just let my hand go |