Roads, these roads are clad in smoke
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Your talks are drifting past like trains - they scarcely stop
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Now I'm gone astray in here
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Where tired walls are chattering:: Don't stay! Don't stay!
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… and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again
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Fear has shut away your dreams
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You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool
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I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws
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She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away
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I wonder where I am - under the snow in a sunday cloak
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But you just say I'd think too much
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Maybe you're right - who will ever know?
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The cat with the silvery paws
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| Autumnblaze |
