cold dawn won't comfort you
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cold coffee won't see you through
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cold sheets won't heal your heart
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your frozen fingers of your name so tarred
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i know so rarely that things come your way
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your ways are tender and your paths are straight
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your mind's not lived in the way ours are set
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your heart is open to love and regret
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rings and letters they pass you by
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you wish them well and seldom cry
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for stones and promises and wedding sighs
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you've known the times that you've lived and died
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these sailors come by and spend time ashoe
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their thoughts are hoarded as yours have been stored
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your mind's not lived in the way ours are set
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your heart is open to love and regret
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outside in the morning air
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i hear the soundtrack of the blues-harp player
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it touches feelings that you don't arouse
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knocks me back to that shuttered house
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take me back when they're all out
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take me back to that shuttered house
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i know so rarely that things come your way
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your ways are tender and your paths are straight
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your mind's not lived in the way ours are set
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your heart is open to love and regret
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love and regret
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Love And Regret
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
