Weary of life you retired from the world
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The voice in your soul that cried follow (follow)
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Told you of treasures of silver and gold
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Locked up in an heart that seemed hollow (hollow)
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Secretly yearning to open the gate
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To escape from your hurt and your sorrow (sorrow)
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Painfully learning the cost of experience
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Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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You were always in a world of your own
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At night leaving out food for the angels (angels)
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You tried hard to capture them like little birds
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You would keep them in cages forever and ever
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Frightened by all that seemed golden and pure causing
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All around you hurt and sorrow (sorrow)
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Painfully learning the cost of experience
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Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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Resisting temptaion to unlock your heart
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Living all of the time you could borrow (borrow)
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Afraid to be free in a world without freedom
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A life spent from to shadow to shadow (to shadow)
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Once back in time in a white house of dreams
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You hid all of your hurt and your sorrow (sorrow)
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Painfully learning the cost of experience
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Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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Though you search all your life for what
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Lay in your heart
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And the treasure
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The pleasure you follow
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Painfully learning the cost of experience
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Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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Tomorrow, tomorrow
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The cost comes tomorrow
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Tomorrow, tomorrow
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You're learning tomorrow
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Painfully learning the cost of experience
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Comes with the frost of tomorrow
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The Frost Comes Tomorrow
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| Marc Almond |
