Bonfires in forests
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Lamp lights in houses
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Warmth obscured
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No cause for worry
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No need to cry anymore
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The skies become grey
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But don't stay that way
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The creatures you dream of
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And friends that you think of
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Really care
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So open your eyes now
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And look to the skies now
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They're all there
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And trees are too shy
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To ever ask why
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Bonfires
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Graham Coxon |