| Four horses pull a carriage through an empty street
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| And though the day is cold & still they are not
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| Breathing They make no sound at all
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| As easily as water finds its way to ground
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| They bleed into the brick and are gone
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| And I have seen what I have seen as I fall
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| Like a whisper in the dome of St Paul
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| The drowning man’s forgot what he’s called
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| But he illuminates our town for us all
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| Walk up the narrow staircase from the balcony
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| And at the top go out and grip the golden railing
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| The view from up here really takes your breath away
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| You step out of of your skin and you’re gone
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| So follow me down to the riverside, honey
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| We can pack our bags and take all our money
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| We can fly away, we can fly away
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| Take me down to the railway tracks
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| We can cross the bridge where the sun sets, baby
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| We can fly away, we can fly away
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| Take me down, take me down
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| Fly away, fly away
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| The day is cold and still and there’s no reason
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| To make a sound at all
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| As easily as water finds its way to ground
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| And I have seen what I have seen as I fall
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| Like a whisper in the dome of St Paul
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| The drowning man’s forgot what he’s called
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| But he illuminates our town for us all |