| Don’t pull me down through your sorrow
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| I cannot drown these pitied depths
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| We did not choose to live this way
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| But we must make our own freedom
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| Pull the curtain and let the light shine in
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| Blow the cobwebs from your mind
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| Spring has sprung and we must follow her
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| Leave the winter far behind
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| Cold calling, hang up that call
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| Storm brewing, take shelter in my arms
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| Winds blow through those empty streets
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| Shadows growing, illuminate your mind
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| Death closing, take a different road
|
| Winds blow through those empty streets
|
| Pull the curtain and let the light shine in
|
| Blow the cobwebs from your mind
|
| Spring has sprung and w must follow her
|
| Leave th winter far behind
|
| Winds blow through those empty streets
|
| Cold calling, hang up that call
|
| Storm brewing, take shelter in my arms
|
| Winds blow through those empty streets
|
| Shadows growing, illuminate your mind
|
| Death closing, take a different road
|
| Winds blow through those empty streets
|
| Don’t pull me down through your sorrow
|
| I cannot drown these pitied depths
|
| We did not choose to live this way
|
| But we must make our own freedom
|
| Pull the curtain and let the light shine in
|
| Blow the cobwebs from your mind
|
| Spring has sprung and we must follow her
|
| Leave the winter far behind |