| Take me back to you.
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| This strange world I’ve been seeing
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| The way you hold me like a creature
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| Brings me back the thirst for freedom
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| Hollow freedom
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| Nights are growing cold,
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| Loneliness just makes them colder
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| All there was is growing older
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| Creeping back through time,
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| tries to remember
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| I try to remember.
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| You may fall into the sea,
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| And you may think while you are sinking,
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| You may feel as tall as trees,
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| But someday time will bring you winter.
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| Grieving by a grove,
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| In the churchyard, beneath the sundial,
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| Amongst the graves with their moss covered names
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| Sleepy eyes turn in words to the wise
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| Just be kind.
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| You may fall into the sea
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| And you may think while you are sinking
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| You may feel as tall as trees
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| But someday time will bring you winter. |