A tree stands in a field
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The field is bordered by a road
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The road leads to a house on a hill
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I live there still
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No house stands on that hill
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Never did, never will
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And where that road goes no trees grow
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I live there still
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When I was a child I hid when you called my name
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But then you found me and pulled me out
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And hurt me just the same
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I saw the open would
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I saw the blood flow out
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I saw my mother turn to me
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When she heard my voice call out
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This would will never heal
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And nothing could matter less than what i think or what i feel
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This would will never heal
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I hope you love me
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I need you wil all my soul
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But what you feel and who you are
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Is something i will never know
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What surrounds me gives no shelter
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What binds me does not hold
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And the light that bathes me and warms my skin
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In my eyes is always cold
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That light falls through a window
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See the figure that's seated there
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She hold an ivory handled comb
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And draws it through her hair
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There is no light to see by
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There is no one sitting there
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But the coldness that is in my heart
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Is more than i can bear
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This would will never heal
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And nothing could matter less than
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What i think or what i feel
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This wound will never heal
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This Wound Will Never Heal
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