This is the season of confession
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And I'll listen to all of this
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There's no tokenism
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I'm all ears to truth because my duty's all too clear
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When you can't see the light for the door
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She's left you for the dawn
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And dawn don't forget
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A young man with an old heart
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And mind all of fear
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It's not that there's no connection
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She's not your mother just a candle burning bright
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Burning right on through
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You're taken on a trust and now she'll undo
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And this ain't the last time that it happens to you
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Who knows what time is or to be blind is?
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That's for you to choose
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It's dark in this neck of the woods but it's the woods that you choose
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And every word is a gesture on her part to you
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But it's slicing your soul and soon you'll grow old
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The ice on the road will be your destination right though
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Am I getting through to you friend?
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You can share all the night or the wine that you like
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But there's no use now hoping or weeping or moping because
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You've given her your trust and now she'll undo
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And this ain't the last time that it happens to you
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Who knows what time is or to be blind is?
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That's for you to choose
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Well it's dark in this neck of the woods but the woods that you choose
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In time you've grown older and no less unglues
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Your gonna smoulder until someone loves you
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And I'll be some true friend but that just won't do
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You've got to go through this because it's eating you
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Ice On The Road (Taken On A Trust)
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Bluebottle Kiss |