| Food goes off here these days
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| She feels lost so she prefers to stay
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| He fusses around, making sure that she’s okay
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| Dreads the day he leaves for his final resting place
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| A farm that’s too big with nothing to drink
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| Farmer that’s sick, just wanting to sleep
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
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| Let’s just lie here in peace
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| She now drinks a cask a week
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| Since her memories have started to leak
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| She has no desire to do anything
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| So the days get shorter 'til the next will soon begin
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| They don’t stay for him, they stay for her
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| So she doesn’t wake lost and scream to be heard
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
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| Let’s just lie here in peace
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| He has the mind and wants to live, but not the health
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| She’ll live forever, unhappy, lost in herself
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| He’d move mountains to live for her
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| She’ll resent him until it’s all just a blur
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| Food goes off here these days
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| And days never start since they’ve reached their age
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
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| Let’s just lie here in peace
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
|
| Let’s just lie here in peace
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
|
| Let’s just lie here in peace
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| It’s too cold here in the winter
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| And nothing grows here in the summer
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| Light the fires, please, my sweet
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| Let’s just lie here in peace |