| The sun came out and hung above
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| Over our heads but far enough to see
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| A bomb exploding in another town
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| Children choking on a poison cloud
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| While on the streets, where lovers once walked
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| Side by side in idle talk
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| Bullets fall like unholy rain
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| People change as the panic sets in
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| A frightened baby by her dead mother’s side
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| In a brutal world where there’s nowhere to run, hide or cry
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| Now nothing feels the same way
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| Feel like it’s changing again
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| Upon a street with no name
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| It’s hard to find it again
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| I ran as fast as my feet could fly
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| Down country lanes where I took my time
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| Time like a hound snapping at my heels
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| I got past thinking so that I could feel
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| Feels like a film playing in my head
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| And I kept rolling down green Surrey hills
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| In Spring
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| Now I don’t feel the same way
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| I feel I’m changing again
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| Upon a street with no name
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| It’s hard to find me again
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| The sun came out and hung above, over our heads
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| But far enough to see |