| Well I’ve left this place for good
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| Like you knew I always would
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| Can’t come as no surprise
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| But when you walk me to the door
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| Like a thousand times before
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| You should have seen it in my eyes
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| I didn’t notice my halo was slipping
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| Someone should have followed me home
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| My guardian angel went missing
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| Must have had wings made of stone
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| They say its one short painless leap
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| To that final dreamless sleep
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| In the valley safe from harm
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| But when the winds blow cold and hard
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| It could catch you of your guard
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| You might need more than a lucky charm
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| See I’d like to be with you tomorrow
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| Laughing in the cruel sunlight
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| But I spent all the time I could borrow
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| High as a kite
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| You can sift through hours of proof
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| You could stumble on the truth
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| But you’ll never be satisfied
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| Cos all the warnings you don’t heed
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| And every useless thing you need
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| Just feed the fire inside
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| (J. Camilleri N. Smith — Mushroom Music Publishing Warner) |