Many´s the time I ran with you down,
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The rainy roads of our old town,
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Many the lives we lived in each day,
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And buried altogether,
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Don´t laugh at me,
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Don´t look away.
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You´ll follow me back,
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With the sun in your eyes,
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And on your own,
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Bedshaped,
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And legs of stone,
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You´ll knock on my door,
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And up we´ll go,
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In white light,
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I don´t think so,
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But what do I know?
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What do I know?
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I know.
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I know you think I´m holding you down,
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And I´ve fallen by the wayside now,
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And I don´t understand the same things as you,
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But I do.
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Don´t laugh at me,
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Don´t look away.
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You´ll follow me back,
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With the sun in your eyes,
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And on your own,
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Bedshaped,
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And legs of stone,
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You´ll knock on my door,
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And up we´ll go,
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In white light,
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I don´t think so,
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But what do I know?
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What do I know?
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I know.
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Bedshaped
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| Keane(킨) |
