| Sometimes it seems like winter’s end
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| The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
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| And the sadness it has left a trace
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| I think that you can see that on my face again
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| And it always makes things better
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| Now my days seem so much quieter
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| But i know
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| Yeh i know
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| It’ll never be the same again
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| Sometimes i feel my hands are tied
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| I need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
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| And they’ll wear a coat of wind and rain
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| To drive away the fears that i can’t face again
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| And they’ll always make things better
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| Now my days seem so much quieter
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| But i know
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| Yeh i know
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| It’ll never be the same again
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| I know
|
| Yeh i know
|
| It’ll never be the same again
|
| Sometimes it seems like winter’s end
|
| The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
|
| And the sadness it has left a trace
|
| I think that you can see that on my face again
|
| Yeh you can
|
| And it always makes things better
|
| Now my days seem so much quieter
|
| But i know
|
| Yeh i know
|
| It’ll never be the same again
|
| I know
|
| Yeh i know
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| It’ll never be the same again |