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Pour the petrol can, around this caravan, |
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and watch the flames take all you own. |
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There’s a girl that understands |
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like the back of her two hands, |
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she’s all you need to know. |
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Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find. |
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There’s braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind, |
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there’s heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. |
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And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow. |
| [02:23.670] |
Your footprints track you through the grass. |
| [02:28.280] |
And you ache just to smell her clothes |
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and her cooking down on the stove |
| [02:33.840] |
You see her face in everyone you pass. |
| [03:35.690] |
And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow. |
| [03:40.860] |
Your footprints track you through the grass. |
| [03:45.100] |
And you ache just to smell her clothes |
| [03:47.420] |
and her cooking down on the stove |
| [03:50.360] |
You see her face in everyone you pass. |
| [03:54.900] |
Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find. |
| [03:59.590] |
There’s braille for the deaf and a signpost for the blind, |
| [04:04.260] |
there’s heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. |
| [04:10.400] |
And you walk down to her window |
| [04:14.720] |
press your face against the glass |
| [04:19.210] |
only to find that she is happy in his arms. |
| [05:02.370] |
And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow. |
| [05:07.290] |
Your footprints track you through the grass. |
| [05:11.430] |
And you ache just to smell her clothes |
| [05:15.130] |
and her cooking down on the stove |
| [05:16.850] |
You see her face in everyone you pass. |
| [05:23.740] |
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