The car crunches gravel
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And the wind licks at you
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This dark spell you're under
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Has you dumbstruck by the gate
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And it hurts every muscle
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Just to walk back to the house
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Now this home that you both made
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It looks haunted from the yard
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You can hear those distant bells
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And you know they'll never leave
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It's like your church is crying out
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Like the wolf calls to her young
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And the dark never enters
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But it also never leaves
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And this spark that he gave you
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Is just an ember all but out
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If he'd one eye on the exit
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Oh you never would have known
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Until he drove off in the darkness
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Like some slowly fading song
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You can hear those distant bells
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And you know they'll never leave
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It's like your church is crying out
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Like the wolf calls to her young
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Those Distant Bells
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| Snow Patrol |
