The future here is shattered
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Your voice is thin as rain
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Unholy broken shadows
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You know you'll never tame
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This winter lake is frozen
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Cold fantasy turned on its side
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The screw just keeps on turning
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But it's guilt makes you decide
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That you can't cry
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Although you've tried
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Run and hide
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But don't you cry
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The clocks have stopped their ticking
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Time grips you in its vice
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These hands have always claimed you
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Marooned here in midnight
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Poets have their studies
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Babies have their mind
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Just visions from a hilltop
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Or a train journey late at night
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But you can't cry
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Although you try
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Run and hide
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But don't you cry
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Faces haunt the mirror
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Dark voices close behind
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They're nothing to the horrors
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Of the loneliness you hide
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Your morning views it's headstone
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Its' cruelty knows no bounds
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A mist enshrouds tomorrow
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Today the hammer pounds
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But you can't cry
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Although you try
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Run and hide
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But don't you cry
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Got no dreams to speak of
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Hope's teeth they start to bite
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Your heart of molten ashes
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Its sparks shower you in spite
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You envy all the others
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The ones who own their eyes
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Serenity is a planet
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On which you can't reside
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Your lover's ghostly memory
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Haunts you all your days
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His ship sails bold horizons
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You stalk him in its wake
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But you can't cry
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Although you try
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Run and hide
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From what's inside
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Oh, you can't cry
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Although you've tried
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Run and hide
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But don't you cry
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He knows that she's so sad
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She knows the clocks won't turn back
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He knows that she's so sad
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She hopes the clocks turn back
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He knows that she's so sad
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She knows the clocks won't turn back
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Don't You Cry
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| Richard Hawley |
