| When you’re tired and you’re far from home
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| When you’re lost and you’re on your own
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| When the fog comes a-swirling, swirling round you
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| Mm, 'til you can’t see the path before you
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| You should know of the strangest things
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| You come down like a silent snow
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| 'Til your mind feels as numb as your fingers
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| It was many years ago
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| On the coast of Gondwanaland
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| No-one hurt for the howling wind
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| No-one hurt when they whispered the strangest thing
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| No-one sought for the stinging rain
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| No-one saw the strangest thing
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| Saw you slip on the icy street
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| And I smiled accidentally
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| And you swore at the ice, and you swore at me
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| And my heart felt instantly
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| In the warmth of the strangest thing
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| So I’m holding a torch up high for you
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| And the batteries are all brand new
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| But I’m scared they’ll wear right through
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| Before you see me shining for you
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| Before I can discover who can show me
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| The strangest thing
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| No-one hurt for the howling wind
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| No-one hurt when they whispered the strangest thing
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| No-one sought for the stinging rain
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| No-one saw the strangest thing |