(Difford/Tilbrook)
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Power station by the river
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Grinding slowly to a stop
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Clock still ticking on the mantle
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Flames still flicker on the log
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Coffee brewing in the kitchen
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Where the door is open wide
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Glass upon a hoovered carpet
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Eyes are glowing in the night
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It¡¯s the silence you can see
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Hearing shadows behind me
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All the buildings standing empty
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All the trains are standing still
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Cars are scattered by the roadside
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There¡¯s no top upon the hill
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Nails have scratched upon the outside
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Of the empty chapel door
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But I don¡¯t think that the father
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Wants to live there anymore
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There¡¯s no bone for you to pick
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No more wax around the wick
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Shot the arrow from the circle
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At the apple on the tree
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From a garden that was Eden
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Strange the fruit it bears for me
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And the wind will spread the fire
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And the rain will ever fall
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If no one reads the writing
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That¡¯s been written on the wall
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Underneath the apple tree
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There¡¯s a ghost who waits for me
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The apple tree shakes its arms
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Its fruit falls
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Its fruits are tasting strange
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The apple tree is shaking
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The Apple Tree
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Squeeze |