Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become,
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You once were Lord of the baron sea
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There¡¯s blood on our hands, in this perfect madness,
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you're living on borrowed time
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Oh how you have lost your way
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Oh how you have lost your way
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There's no sympathy for we don't know the cure
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Cause what you've got, well it runs too pure
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But you've lived and breathed, more than any man I know
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But you're not done, oh, at least, I hope
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Oh how you have lost your way
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Oh how you have lost your way
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In this life what we have made together
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Oh how you have lost your way
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Oh how you have lost your way
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Oh how you have lost your way
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Sorrowing Man
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| City And Colour |
