Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
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Away from an eye that sees there's nothing left to trust
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Finding that their minds are grey
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And there's no sorrow in the world that's left to trust.
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Sitting on top of a white cloud
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Looking round for someone there to trust
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Changing your mind as you go through time
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You grasp at straws,
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There are written laws that say you must
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With tired eyes you follow the man
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That has in his hand a banner that says 'dust to dust'
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Finding that his mind's gone wrong
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And there's no sorrow in the world that's left to trust.
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Sitting on top of that white cloud
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Looking round for someone there to trust
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You're changing your mind as you go
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Through a time
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You grasp at straws
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But there are written laws that say you must.
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Going away in the morning
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You're seen walking.
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We're going away, away
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Going away.
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As the sun was rising
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You're seen walking.
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She's going away, away
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Going away.
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Excuse me please as I wipe a tear
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Away from an eye that sees there's nothing left to trust
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Finding that their minds are grey
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And there's no sorrow in the world that's left to trust.
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Sitting on top of that white cloud
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Looking for someone there to trust
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Changing your mind as you go through time
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You grasp at straws
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But there are written laws that say you must.
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TRUST
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