| There were times you should have stalled
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| As you sailed into the fog
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| Like a dog I smelled your fear
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| Lord knows you should have been here with me
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| But you were gone
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| These days roll sleepily by
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| I can hear the old trains cry
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| There will always be be a moon
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| Pulling me away from you
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| You’re gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face
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| Gone are the days when you’re the wind…
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| And gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on my sleeve
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| Ooooo ooo ooo ooo ooo (continued through background until the end)
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| Take back your pictures
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| Take back your letters
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| Don’t send me send postcards
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| Telling me you miss me
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| Cause I’m trying here!
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| I’m trying here!
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| Fuck what they’re saying
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| My mind is made up
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| They’re all just starving
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| Like the rest of us
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| And I’m trying here
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| OHhh! |
| I’m trying here!
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| Gone are the days when the wind would brush my face
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| Gone are the days when you’re the wind…
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| And gone are the days when my heavy heart is worn on your sleeve
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| Whether it’s your head or your heart
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| And you’re too damn scared to start
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| It’s in your mind and your soul
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| But you just don’t know where to go
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| It’s in your head and your heart
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| And you’re too damn scared to start
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| It’s in your mind and your soul
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| But you just don’t know where to go
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| Now you’re gone |