It's a cold northern rain
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Two degrees above freezing day
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I'm standing outside the chinese
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With a glow lamp to light my way
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See to me now
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There's no manual to show you how
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But there's reams of scrapbooks in my basement
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And a spiral staircase down
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So pour it out
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It's just a fairytale
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You can't even trust yourself
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You've got to mark your trail
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Yeah, people from our past
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Their appeal just don't last
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Write them off for dead and then
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You've realized they've died too fast
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I'm supposed to be a rock
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But I could not bear the shock
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All a wreck at the airport
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My nerves are all I got
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So pour it out
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It's just a fairytale
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You can't convince yourself
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That you're on the right trail
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You see through
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My eyes
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But you'll never see through me
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But I wish you all the best
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That I must confess
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I did not think I passed or failed
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But it should not be a test
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So pour it out
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It's just a fairytale
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You don't even hear yourself
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You're just whistling down the trail
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You can see through me
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You can see through me
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See To Me
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Buffalo Tom |