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When the night has gone cold and you're standing so alone
On the threshold of the rest of what you know
When the fever has died out, turned a flood to a drought
Left a chill inside that's growing like a ghost
You'll come running with eyes that say 'I love you'
You'll be blind, you'll be blind
And I won't know you, I won't see you
I won't need you, I won't love you anymore
When the poison from the wound slowly takes hold of you
And the only way not to drown is not to fight it
When you're falling down the stairs with your superstitions and despair
On a helter skelter fall to your demise
Oh you thought that you would never need
What I could have given
If you'd given half a chance
Start again from the end, from beyond where you've been
You can't wash away your sins in shallow water
Cast a stone in a grave of the plans that you made
They can only go as far as you can throw them
You'll come running with eyes that say 'I love you'
You'll be blind, so blind
And I won't know you, I won't see you
I won't need you, I won't love you anymore
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The Wolf Is on the Hill
03:07
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The wolf is on the hill
The bird is in the briar
The thorn is on the rose
And your time is on the wire
Those days of grave concern
Have turned themselves to silence
While the winter fires burn
What was left of kindness
So hide what you have learned
Show off what you've squandered
And give yourself a turn
See how far from home you've wandered
The wolf is on the hill
The bird is in the briar
The thorn is on the rose
And your time is on the wire
Take apart circumstance
And set it on a fault line
An avalanche of the past
Locked inside a goldmine
And when you cannot stand
On the legs god gave you
The road has turned to sand
That your will sunken into
The wolf is on the hill
The baby's in the briar
The worm is on the rose
And your word is on the wire
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Old Shanghi
02:13
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When you're walking in old Shanghai
Lanterns under the night sky
See the moon begin to rise
Just like it did back home
Old men smoking in cafes
Junk boats floating in the bay
Think of me while you're away
In old Shanghai
With no ties, with no plans
Your last dollar in your hands
Take a picture and send it back
To someone you used to know
Things will always find their way
From the backroads to the bay
There's more to do than there is to say
In old Shanghai
Things will always find their way
From the backroads to the bay
There's more to life than you or I will ever say
In old Shanghai
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