The sun came out & hung above
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Over our heads but far enough to see
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A bomb exploding in another town
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Children choking on a poison cloud
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While on the streets, where lovers once walked,
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Side by side in idle talk
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Bullets fall like unholy rain
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People change as the panic sets in -
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A frightened baby by her dead mother's side
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In a brutal world where there's nowhere
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To run, hide or cry -
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Now nothing feels the same way -
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Feel like I'm changing again -
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Upon a street with no name
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It's hard to find me again -
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I ran as fast as my feet could fly
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Down country lanes where I took my time-
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Time like a hound snapping at my heels
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I got past thinking so that I could feel -
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And like a film playing in my head
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I kept on rolling down green Surrey hills -
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In Spring-
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Now I don't feel the same way
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Feel like I'm changing again
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Upon a street with no name
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It's hard to find me again -
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The sun came out & hung above, over our heads
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but far enough to see
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WHIRLPOOL'S END
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| Paul Weller |
