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winter sounds the crying
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like an old man slowly dying
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and the only sound, the wind that fills the trees
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even colder comes the moon
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and though it never seems too soon
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a sudden stillness as the rainfall starts to freeze
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(chorus)
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i'm mr blue
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i'm here to stay with you
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and no matter what you do
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when you're lonely - i'll be lonely too
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(repeat)
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a young girl, she is shaded
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bears the scars that never faded
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of the baby that was born on christmas day
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while the heavens sing their song
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a child's life is never long
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'cos the food supplies will only last a day
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(chorus repeat)
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patriot emotion, is the cause of the commotion
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after all there's really no-one here to blame
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soldiers taking orders, 'cos we must defend the borders
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of our nation (and the other side's the same)
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(chorus repeat)
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i'll come to you at night
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when all the world is sleeping tight
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and lie beside you, till the early morning dew
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you can't hear me, you can't see
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but you can feel me when you read
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the folded letter she left addressed to you
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(chorus repeat)
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mr blue
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Yazoo |