The days, passing days
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I see the steeple and trace to the spire
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And the sunset
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Deepening red
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Phoenix and the firefly
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And the time stops
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Rush hour traffic slows
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And my heart starts beating this dark
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Through old flesh and cold bones
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And I long to be carried on
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Just once to be lifted strong
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Out of the loneliness and the emptiness
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Of the days
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Days, passing days
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The days I remember
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I had your love once
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Seized my body whole
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And our first dance
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Well, I thought by chance
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God had matched my soul
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But time bought its traveling
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This distance and solitude
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And in that traveling, myself damaging
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I took my love far, far from you
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But don't you still long to be carried on?
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Once more I could lift you strong
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Out of the loneliness and the emptiness
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Of the days
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Passing days
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Passing days
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Days
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Now tell me
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Have we gone too far or did we get too close?
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Forgive me, Father, I've no son, here come, ghost
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I promise I'll meet you
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I'll meet you at the end of the days
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The days, passing days
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Won't you meet me at the end of the days?
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The Days
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Patrick Wolf |