| Hello, old friend, are you back again?
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| I can hear your rings on the pavement
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| Nice to see you keep up appearances
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| But must you bang so hard on my basement?
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| All your plants are dead, balance in the red
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| But you always paid your way, better not to say how
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| After Collingwood, saw you as you were
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| Shot for Hollywood, draped in dirty fur
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| This town was not big enough for the one of you
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| Doors were too narrow and the chill wind blew
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| Felt it in your bones, rolled away the stone
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| You rose again in the Northern autumn
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| But when you lay me down, sweet and slow
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| My heart won’t fight it
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| Stone cold, flyin' like a hawk
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| Skywards
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| In the city of dreamers, there were so many like you
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| Snowflakes meltin' in the perma-sun, bands on the run
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| It was warm at night, but cold inside you
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| Though it never rained, sometimes hurricaned
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| With you in the eye of them, they’d always spare your hair
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| But when you lay me down, sweet and slow
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| My heart won’t fight it
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| Stone cold, flyin' like a hawk
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| Skywards
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| They called you the cool change
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| 'Cause when you darkened the doorway
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| Someone’s life was about to get clouded
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| But not me, though
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| I was the one who thought the sun shined
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| From your eyes when you smiled
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| You were the chosen boy
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| And you chose to ride the wind
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| But when you lay me down, sweet and slow
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| My heart won’t fight it
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| Stone cold, flyin' like a hawk
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| Skywards |