| When I was just six years old
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| My mother left me by my own
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| For a day or maybe three
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| It’s my longest memory
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| Of all the things that we might be
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| The summoned past is what we leave
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| So if you ask me what I am
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| I shall only show my hand
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| When I was a little boy
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| My father never brought me toys
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| My father only brought me blood
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| But in the end, blood’s not enough
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| I know this is a lonely road
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| Eleven thousand miles of cold
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| To trap the heart and choke it dead
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| Eleven thousand miles they said
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| (Eleven thousand miles they said)
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| But oh my darling, don’t you fear
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| I will always keep you near
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| In the winter take my soul
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| I will never let you go
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| Oh my darling, you will see
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| This is what you mean to me
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| More than riches, more than gold
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| More than can be bought or sold
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| Now mine is a simple prayer
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| Cast into the midnight air
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| Years enough to what you grow
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| Years enough so you shall know
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| Oh this is a lonely road
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| And onwards, onwards we must go
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| And yours the gift to raise the dead
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| Now burn a ghost inside your head
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| Now burn a ghost inside your head
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| But oh my darling, don’t you fear
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| I will always be right here
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| In the winter take my soul
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| I will never let you go
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| Oh my darling, you will see
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| Everything you mean to me
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| More than riches, more than gold
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| More than can be bought or sold
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| When I was just six years old
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| My mother left me by my own
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| But oh my darling, don’t you fear
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| I will always keep you near |