| She found the world embedded in the snow
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| It’s too bad the rest have made it all their own
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| There’s got to be a better way somehow but I don’t know
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| Wish I could find the words and heal my baby
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| She made a crib with blankets for the floor
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| Painted the bluest colour on the walls
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| I don’t want to know the time I don’t care about that at all
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| Nobody knows the way to heaven baby
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| No, this can’t go on
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| Your advice for young mothers to be
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| We’ll never find the words, darling believe me
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| So here it is your heart’s out in the cold
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| The friends who care still call you on the phone
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| The vicar said it’s wrong but hey what does he know
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| He said its wrong but that the Lord forgave me
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| Well I don’t want his pity and your scorn
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| Boy why you preaching no one’s listening anymore
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| That old live of yours sickens me
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| Directed I’m on an eternal call
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| No man alive has earned the right to save me
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| No, this can’t go on
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| Your advice for young mothers to be
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| We’ll never find the words, darling believe me
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| No, this can’t go on
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| Your advice for young mothers to be
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| We’ll never find the words, darling believe me
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| Now here I am, I’m pushing 24
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| I’ve got a house and a little terrace on the lawn
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| My baby’s grown and I’m as happy as a fawn
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| Now only the beauty of the world delays me
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| No, this can’t go on
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| Your advice for young mothers to be
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| We’ll never find the words, darling believe me
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| No, this crown of thorns
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| Your advice for young mothers to be
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| We’ll never find the words, darling believe me |