| Oh woah, fields of gold
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| And all that shines
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| You knew just where to look
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| Yet you did not wish to find
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| Drawn and quartered
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| By the fate of one’s own hand
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| Don’t need to search for peace
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| When you don’t wish to understand
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| Empty skies
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| Leave nothing to hold
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| Like the tears of December
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| Leave you broken and so cold
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| Within this house of mourning
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| You’ll find no doors
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| Upon the floors of the forsaken
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| You choose to walk once more
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| No regrets, you turn and ignore
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| Choose what you see
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| Play the blind man once more
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| Empty skies
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| Leave nothing to hold
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| Like the tears of December
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| Leave you broken and so cold
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| As you trip inside this home
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| And start to drift
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| So far, so far away!
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| As tomorrow walks
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| With the hopes you can’t recall
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| As the tears of December
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| They begin to fall
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| Empty skies
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| Leave nothing to hold
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| Like the tears of December
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| Leave you broken and so cold
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| Empty skies
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| Leave nothing to hold
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| Like the tears of December
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| Leave you broken and so cold |