| The bats are in the belfry
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| The dew is on the moor
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| Where are the arms that held me
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| And pledged his love before
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| And pledged his love before
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| It’s such a sad old feeling
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| The fields are soft and green
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| It’s memories that I’m stealing
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| But you’re innocent when you dream
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| When you dream
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| You’re innocent when you dream
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| You made a golden promise
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| That we would never part
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| You gave your love a locket
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| And then you broke her heart
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| And then you broke her heart
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| It’s such a sad old feeling
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| The fields are soft and green
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| It’s memories that I’m stealing
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| But you’re innocent when you dream
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| When you dream
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| You’re innocent when you dream
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| Running through the graveyard
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| We laughed my friends and I
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| We swore we’d be together
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| Until the day we died
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| Until the day we died
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| It’s such a sad old feeling
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| The fields are soft and green
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| It’s memories that I’m stealing
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| But you’re innocent when you dream
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| When you dream
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| You’re innocent when you dream |