| I won’t go traveling tonight
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| I won’t go back to the wolves, now
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| There’s something singing in the ice
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| In the deepest part of the world
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| And a film across my eyes
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| As I’m watching all the waves turn white
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| Took me out on the tide
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| To make pearls of my eyes
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| And uncover me, oh, without asking
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| Tore every stitch, every line, every hook, every eye
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| Between him and the diamonds, diamonds
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| Maybe tonight (I'll give in)
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| With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart
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| Is unbound and flayed alive
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| Oh, don’t go traveling tonight
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| Hold that child in your arms
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| Well, there’s no more canaries in the mine
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| And a cloud, black over the water
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| And a voice, low in my ear
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| Says, «The things that we did here will never die» |