| As winter fall down on London town,
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| I feel the walls closing in,
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| The silver sky is turning us, to stone,
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| We hide beneath the ground,
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| Feeling so broken and,
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| Cannot tell the day and night,
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| Apart.
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| Well I think,
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| But I’m not sure,
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| I don’t know how,
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| It is, we came to be here,
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| Doesn’t it seem strange,
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| I mean, could it be it’s not really happening now.
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| And the animal,
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| Is always in your heart,
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| And the animal,
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| Will forever be waiting where you are.
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| Breathe in the air for me,
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| You don’t know what it feels like,
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| To be, free,
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| But your innocent experience,
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| Can lead you astray sometimes,
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| And passion isn’t always the key,
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| So you dig in and I hold out,
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| And don’t let go for nothing,
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| Didn’t you see me fall,
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| Unless it’s not really happening at all.
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| Angel,
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| And the animal,
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| Will always be in your heart,
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| Angel,
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| And the animal,
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| Forever will be where you are,
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| One day,
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| You remember this,
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| When all has come to pause,
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| One day,
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| You remember you are,
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| Not the one you think you are,
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| As winter left of London town,
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| I feel my heart opening,
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| So I, turn around and breathe you in,
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| Again. |