| Mr. holden came by head again tonight
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| I was dreaming of a change of heart
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| Dreaming of your bitter things
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| And the violence in my blood
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| Thinking of your frilly things tomorrow
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| I know i’ve said that all of this will pass
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| That all your treats have been too sunny
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| Walked down by the mainline to see what you had grown
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| Beside your bed you found the night one
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| Wrapped up in candle light
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| And the language you had known
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| Wrapped up and fitted by the bright one
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| I know i’ve said that all of this will pass
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| That all your treats have been too sunny
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| But then i found a new one and i lost my load
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| Outside your head i began
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| I felt a bit lonely and i wanted to go
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| Nothing is here
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| I’ve got i’ve got to know
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| I’ve got i’ve got to know
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| I’ve got…
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| But then i found a new one and i lost my load
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| Outside your head i began
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| I felt a bit lonely and i wanted to go
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| Nothing is here
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| I’ve got i’ve got to know
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| I’ve got i’ve got to know
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| I’ve got… |