Winter numbs my mind
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Winds of sorrow pass
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Right in front of my eyes
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I can feel the coldness of time
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All alone I walk
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By this horrid sight
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When will I free myself
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From this burden
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slaving my mind
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<Interlude>
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Understand this cruel life
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at last
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Why I'm not among the stars
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In a moment of lust
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when the key was in love
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I decided to play every part
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If I were able to go back
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in time
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I'd surely find my home there
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Through Times Part II
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| Beto Vazquez Infinity |
