| When these golden days are over
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| And nothing’s left to fight for
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| Nothing’s left to grieve
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| Well my hands have left you colder
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| The touch we used to sigh for
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| Lost under the sheets
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| Now there’s ravens on the rooftop
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| They’re standing in the doorway
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| They’re underneath the bed
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| Come on quick before our hearts stop
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| Let’s right another story
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| Another happy end
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| What love is left to fight for?
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| What love is left to grieve?
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| Maybe come tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll see
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| Could it be the light is changing?
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| That makes the days seem shorter
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| Come on quick the car is waiting
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| The clocks are racing forward
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| Spinning out of our reach
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| What love is left to fight for?
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| What love is left to grieve?
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| Maybe come tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll see
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| Maybe come tomorrow, tomorrow we’ll see
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| Tomorrow we’ll see |