| In a village in the hills
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| House buried to the window sills in snow
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| In a prison yard at night
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| An Alsatian barking for the stars to go
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| In the attic of a house
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| In the slats of light which creep across the room
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| In a forest grove at dawn
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| Where the animals sleep hidden in the gloom
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| On the 97th floor overlooking Tokyo
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| In Camden road in a second floor flat with
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| Dilworth down below
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| In a cancer ward where the patients sit
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| Waiting patiently to die
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| In an aeroplane high above the place
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| You finally left behind
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| In a cage where only one thing could be free
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| And it’s not you and I
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| In a cage where only one thing could be free
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| And it’s not you and I
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| In every single place that has ever, ever been
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| Hiroshima, Los Angeles and each town in between
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing, one thing
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| In the darkest part of you that you have ever seen
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| In the smile of the child staring at the TV screen
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| In the diary of a priest, in the sheets that lie upon his bed
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| Out there amongst the waves and inside your lover’s head
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| There is only one thing
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| Twenty years asleep before we sleep… forever
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| Twenty years asleep before we sleep… forever
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| Ten years on the coast figuring out the weather
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| Another decade getting high until you’re free
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| There’s nothing after that but you and I
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| Nothing after that but you and me
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| Twenty years asleep before we sleep… forever
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| Twenty years asleep before we sleep… forever |