Mine was that of a quiet love deep and true.
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I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
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And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold
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If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you
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The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude
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Seldom seen, seldom spoken
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My heart was my compass, and it was broken
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Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.
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I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
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And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold
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If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known
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The long ride on the road to nowhere
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The cold walks in the woods alone
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In my ocean, the water was frozen
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And I could see my reflection, within the ice
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Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.
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I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
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And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold
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Years later I am still obsessed (with the North)
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Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold)
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Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows
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Years later I'm alone, and I'm at home in the Northern Cold
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My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past.
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See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.
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The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow,
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Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth.
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The Northern Cold
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| Woods Of Ypres |
