Come in from the cold,
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And wipe off the rain that bleeds into your bones
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Sit down by the fireside,
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I watch the flame dance in your eyes
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There¡¯s a tear upon your shoulder,
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And a scar upon your soul,
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Do you fear you¡¯re getting older,
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Does it bother you so?
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I¡¯m out on my feet again,
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Is this love lost or found,
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I¡¯m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please...
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We¡¯re silent for hours,
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The candles scream for their release
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Like crumbling towers,
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They melt into pools at your feet
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There¡¯s a tear upon your shoulder,
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And a scar upon your soul,
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Do you fear you¡¯re getting older,
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Does it bother you so?
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I¡¯m out on my feet again,
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Is this love lost or found,
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I¡¯m caught in your wires and beginning to tire, baby please...
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I¡¯m not sorry, I¡¯m not sorry...
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There¡¯s a tear upon your shoulder,
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And a scar upon your soul,
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Do you fear you¡¯re getting older,
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Does it bother you so?
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I¡¯m out on my feet again,
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Is this love lost or found,
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This tale through the years trading smiles for my tears,
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The night is now lost, the sun now appears over the fields and through
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the towns,
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Baby please...
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Out On My Feet
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| Pilate |
