All that I wanted to say... I'll never come here again. All that I wanted to say... All gone. Spring time is always in hand, Almost as if you were there... Make it a hole under me again. Hold on. 'cause I couldn't make up A thing that you say, love, There's trouble in here... (hold on) A thing that I fear. Take all the love out of me So I'll never see it again. Lost where are we? On a plane... ah... yes... 'cause I couldn't make up A thing that you say, love, There's trouble in here... (hold on) A thing that I feel... yeah... 'cause I couldn't make up A thing that you say, love, There's trouble in here. A thing that I share... There's trouble in here. A thing that I feel... (yeah...) the snow falls and you can actually hear the snow hitting the ground I can see... obviously...
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