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By Patrick Wolf, Its a wild stretch of land
Such a sad place
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By Patrick Wolf, The storm blows around
This harbour town
I listen to
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By Patrick Wolf, The day our house collapsed
I went down stream.
I
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By Patrick Wolf, I am the tragedy
And the heroine
I am lost
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By Patrick Wolf, Wind in the wires
Its the sigh of wild electricity
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By Patrick Wolf, Walk tall beneath these trees boy
you monolith not scarred
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By Patrick Wolf, Cease to know or to tell
Or to see or to
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By Patrick Wolf, Tribe!
Battle the patriarch
Battle for equal rights
Battle, battle, battle
Battle back your
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By Patrick Wolf, and i walked west sussex sunlight
up by dead mans pool
where
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By Patrick Wolf, Lucy, remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of
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By Patrick Wolf, Awake yon' minister
There is message to be delivered
Awake young passenger
Awake
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By Patrick Wolf, empress of this glorious feeling
your palace above me
i journey to
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By Patrick Wolf, No lyrics.
I was just wondering what it was about and
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By Patrick Wolf, Ten miles I've walked today
Along the shore
I saw your ghost
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By Patrick Wolf, I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can
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By Patrick Wolf, Sometime in the evening I find a green spot in
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By Patrick Wolf, It doesn't hurt me.
do you want to see how
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By Patrick Wolf, The boy loves the wolf,
the wolf loves the boy,
they're kissing,
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By Patrick Wolf, Souvenirs
Last winter you came home
From an island of fire and
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By Patrick Wolf, No one will wear my silver ring
Poor little turtle dove
sitting
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By Patrick Wolf, There’s this one hair on my head
And I’m not sure
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By Patrick Wolf, I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was
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By Patrick Wolf, So let the people talk
This Monday morning walk
Right past the
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By Patrick Wolf, yes I could make home here in good time
but in
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By Patrick Wolf, I saw, I saw the stars tonight
Mama, I saw the
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By Patrick Wolf, left, right
left, right and
left, right
left, right and
...
weary from the war
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By Patrick Wolf, All along the river I ran in weald
As the autumn
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By Patrick Wolf, (Just a little further up the hill boy,
You’ll be home
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By Patrick Wolf, There is a hollow space
Under the pavement
Wherever you happen to
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By Patrick Wolf, Who will penetrate the tightening muscle
Who will cut across the