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Plain White T S Sunlight

Stuck in the dark When you've lost your way in life I won't be far When the seasons change And you fall apart When the winter chill is near I won't be

Stuck in the dark When you've lost your way in life I won't be far When the seasons change And you fall apart When the winter chill is near I won't be

, it isn't funny, And I pay someone else to make the orchestration!) Oh, island of the soul, Valleys hushed and white with snow. Ireland's eye... You

She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the

Darkness, don't ever change your way before the night Nothing else can drive my soul insane, cause I'm dead Sunlight, I can't escape this day where demons

! Voodoo beat on the mind the digs too deep to findSomething has got to give, man [psych-out] racketeer or starYou are just what you are, Don't play the

the morning paper mystery. The hard road's end, the white god's-send is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says, Isn't it grand to be playing to the

it isn't funny and I can pay someone else to make your mistakes] Oh island of the soul Valleys hushed and white with snow Ireland's eye - you linger

like sodden paper ... a thick, glutinous pale green liquid .... sunlight through net curtains. 6,000 miles an hour into brilliant white light. There's a brass band playing