| Dear Stephen
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| I too was wasting my time
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| Trying to fall in love
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| Well love life, leading the blind
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| Now weeping
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| Into the unknown from hell and back
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| Well dress me all in black
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| And I’ll suffer, I’ll suffer
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| Oh David
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| How right was dust when he wrote down
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| Brought the children to the ground
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| And said love is not loving
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| Now London
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| New York, North West, LA, Japan
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| All the troubled souls take my hand
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| We’ll suffer, we’ll suffer this
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| There’s no heaven for us, here in hell
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| There’s no heaven for us, here in hell
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| And my sorrow is like the ocean
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| Sometimes I wish my heart would…
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| Oh William
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| If you open your eyes to dream the truth
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| It was all a lie to soothe
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| Oh you’ll suffer, you’ll suffer too
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| There’s no heaven for us, here in hell
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| There’s no heaven for us, here in hell
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| There’s no heaven for her, here in hell
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| There’s no heaven for him, here in hell
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| And my sorrow is like the ocean
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| Sometimes I wish my heart would stop |