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Dig down to the earth here outside
Lose my mind here any day now
Don't be sad
We're only half way there
O no
That's what I call home
You remember the hills we slithered down
"I'm not going anywhere"
You lied

Hell on my own
Hell here on my own

& don't go imagining that time is medicine
Mark those days & swallow your pills
Proud of my
Wise head on young shoulders
Too bad
There was nothing there at all

Hell on my own
Hell here on my own

& it was such a really cold hand
I held as the wind sighed
"I'm not going & how could I lie?"
Just be glad
There's no way back there

I need another look at before
Though heaven knows how I'd ever make
My way back there
& I need another look at before
Although heaven knows how I'd ever make
My way back there

Now I know it's hopeless
& I realise it's nowhere
Hell here on my own



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