| I found you in the forest
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| And your bed was made of needles
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| You were sleeping
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| In the gloaming and the calm
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| I took you in my arms
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| Oh I laid you on my breast
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| Breathing in your soft sighs and your milky breath
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| And I asked you where you came from
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| And you said you didn’t know
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| But you found it didn’t matter
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| So I begged you not to go
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| I bathed you in the water
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| And I dried you with the day
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| We are nowhere
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| No one walks this way
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| Will we ever
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| Will we ever learn
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| Will we ever
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| Will we ever learn
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| That all we leave behind us is a pile of dirt beside us
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| Did I make, make a broken man
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| It’s too late now to turn it round
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| To make a sign so you’ll be found
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| I took you from the forest though you didn’t want to go
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| I tried to do my best for you
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| It didn’t always show
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| And I rocked you when you cried
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| And I hushed you in the black
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| You raised your eyes to meet mine
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| Said «you have to take me back»
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| I didn’t want to do it for you were all I had
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| But the life was draining from you
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| Your heart was getting sad
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| I still go to the forest and I want to call your name
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| The pull of you is endless
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| And I love you just the same
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| Will we ever
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| Will we ever learn
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| Will we ever
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| Will we ever learn
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| That all we leave behind us is a pile of dirt beside us
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| Did I make, make a broken man
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| Is it too late now to turn it round
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| To make a sign so you’ll be found
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| I’ll make a stake and pound it down
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| I’m sorry not to make you proud |